The feather of time swept through the long river of time, and swept through a vast sea of stars, and I listened to the voice in the depths of memory in the mottled depths of time.
Look at the ruins as if they were yesterday. I remember that the cicadas were particularly noisy that summer, and the midsummer night was lively but desolate, dotted with stars on the black sky, beautiful like a picture scroll. The galaxy is always bright, and it is the love of ancestors and grandchildren; I remember that the peaches of that year were exceptionally sweet, fat and crisp. I remember that she never had mosquito bites in the summer, she was sore when she sat for a long time, and she was in love for a long night.
Oh no, smear some toilet water and sit outside, there are a lot of mosquitoes," my great-grandmother looked at me worriedly. "No, it smells so bad, the devil wipes it," I said casually as I lay on a lounger outside the house.
My great-grandmother was looking at me from behind, her eyes full of worry. Although the summer nights are cool, there are many kinds of insects, and it is not uncommon to get bitten. Like me, an unlucky ghost, I don't like to wipe mosquito and insect protection, and I always cry my nose to cry in front of my great-grandmother after being bitten. Whenever this happens, my great-grandmother would move a small stool and sit next to me and fan it around my legs, so that no bugs would bite me again.
This time, my great-grandmother sat next to me with a small bench and a fan, fanning and chattering. It's all a cliché, what to study hard, eat enough at school, remember to come back to see your great-grandmother often...
I played games along with my great-grandmother, and I always had my left ear in and out of my right ear for my great-grandmother's words, and when she saw that I was impatient, she never spoke again. She just looked at me quietly, as if she was looking at her whole world.
By the way, don't you love peaches? I bought it, and I'll keep it for you to eat" She looked at me with a smile, her eyes full of anticipation, like a child waiting to be praised. I nodded, and she turned to go into the house to get it, and a moment later a peeled peach was taken out. I ate the peaches, and she fanned the wind, until I came in, and she went in with me.
February**Dynamic Incentive Plan I always take her contribution for granted, but I never thought that no one in the world would take your contribution for granted.
It was another summer, and I received news that my great-grandmother was dying. I hurriedly asked for leave to go home, and my great-grandmother was a thin and small one, nestled in the bed, why was she so thin all of a sudden? But do people suddenly become thin and small......Seeing me, her mouth opened, as if she wanted to say a few words with all her might, and her mouth opened and closed silently with difficulty: "......."Oh, ......Before she could finish speaking, her great-grandmother swallowed. What do you want? Want to study hard? Or do you want to be obedient? I shouted anxiously to my great-grandmother, but no one would respond to my "great-grandmother" anymore, no one would fan away mosquitoes for me, and no one would taste the words in my ear anymore.
I took her hand and looked at her in a daze, why can't I wait until I get home and finish talking. The grown-ups pulled me away to take care of my great-grandmother's funeral, and I went out blankly and sat down in my chair and looked up at the sky. Should I cry? I should have cried, but I couldn't.
An evening breeze blew and caressed my face. A bug bit me on the leg and I subconsciously hit it, and I felt pain, maybe it was too hard or too painful, and tears gradually blurred my eyes.
Grandma, a bug has bitten me......”
That day, I was nostalgic for the first time.