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Grandma’s Quotes

Verse 1: It’s good to start with your heart in mind 1

Verse 2: It’s good to start with your heart in mind (2) 3

Verse 3: It’s getting dark (1) 4

Verse 4: It’s getting dark (2) 5

Verse 5: It’s getting dark (3) 7

Verse 6: It’s getting dark (4) 8

Verse 7: It’s getting dark (5) 9

Verse 8: It’s getting dark (6) 10

Verse 9: I dare not see her off (1) 12

Verse 10: I dare not see her off (2) 13

Section 11: Grandma made money (1) 15

Section 12: Grandma made money (2) 16

Section 13: Grandma made money ( 3) 17

Section 14: Grandma made money (4) 19

Section 15: Grandma made money (5) 20

Chapter 16 Section: Grandma has made money (6) 22

Section 17: Grandma has made money (7) 23

Section 18: Grandma has made money (8) 24

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Verse 19: Adding good intentions to good intentions means disturbing people’s hearts (1) 25

Verse 20: Adding good intentions to good intentions means disturbing people’s hearts (2) 27

No. Verse 21: Good intentions combined with good intentions mean disturbing people’s hearts (3) 28

Verse 22: Grandma’s winter (1) 29

Verse 23: Grandma’s winter (2) 31

Section 24: Grandma’s Winter (3) 32

Section 25: Three Dads (1) 33

Section 26: Three Dads (2) 34

Verse 27: Three Dads (3) 36

Verse 1: As long as you feel happy at the beginning

As long as you feel happy at the beginning

We had agreed to write the book "Grandma's Quotations" before my grandma was alive.

I remember when I told my grandma about this for the first time, her smile with only one tooth left made her laugh out loud: "What Chairman Mao said can be called a quotation. I don't know a word of it." If you dare to call the useless words said by an old lady you know, won’t that make people laugh out loud?”

I was also laughing when I was lying on my grandma’s bed. Think about it, how ridiculous is it for a person with only one tooth left to say that he was "laughing all his teeth"?

I discussed with my grandma: "Should I write it now, or..."

Grandma answered quickly: "Write it after I die. I don't know how embarrassing it is anyway. It’s embarrassing to grind your butt naked and spin around in circles. Throw it away yourself. You have a thick skin anyway.”

“Don’t regret it, old lady, you are one of the authors. Jointly published. Liu Hongqing and Ni Ping, I will write your name in the front, and we will pay half of the royalties."

Grandma's eyes lit up.

I remember when I was writing "Days" fourteen years ago, my grandma was with me. I sat down to write while she stood and turned the pages. I wrote one page and she turned the pages. The poor grandma took a long time to turn the pages. I don’t know what I have written. Occasionally I read a paragraph to her, and she often stops me: “Don’t waste time on me. How much money can I make by writing from dawn to dusk?”

“A book "Twenty-two yuan."

"That's really not worth it. It's only twenty-two yuan to write these words. It's not even worth the time. It's not worth it."

Ugh, grandma thought I only earned twenty-two yuan a day!

The grandma with only one tooth left looked out the window sadly: "Well, it's useless for me to ask for money now. It's getting dark, I have to go, I don't have a cent for that place. There is no need to spend money..." Grandma knew that she was leaving.

The year before last, my ninety-nine-year-old grandma really passed away, and my sky became dark.

Grandma is a steelyard in my family. If you encounter anything, it will be weighed on grandma's scale, and it will be the same.

Grandma left and left the scale behind.

Grandma’s scale has two poles, a large scale and a small scale. Her large scale can be weighed by everyone. It is called a public scale and is based on the interests and fairness of the majority of people. The small scale is her own scale. There is a big difference between the weights of large scales and small scales.

I also asked her to weigh "Grandma's Quotations", and grandma said: "It only takes two taels on a big scale. Our scale can weigh twelve or eight taels."

In my grandma's eyes, no matter how big or small the family is, it weighs very little on the public scale. My grandma was right. The book market is so prosperous now, and there are so many good books. A small picture book only costs two or two. But I still picked up the pen and wrote because the recording of my grandma’s quotes had to be posted.

Section 2: Opening: As long as you feel at ease (2)

Is it really necessary for outsiders to see grandma’s quotations? After listing thirty questions, I was at a loss. It’s just like my grandma said, everything inside and outside the words is “truths that everyone understands and things that every family has encountered.” Is it necessary to nag me any more?

Put the manuscript paper on the table and do whatever you need to do every day. Strangely enough, I often can't help but sit down at the table and write on the manuscript paper after finishing my busy work. After a few days, the paper was filled with quotes from my grandma.

Why do I never forget these things about carrots and cabbage, sesame seeds and rotten millet? Am I getting old? Is it because I can’t keep up with this era? But people who know my grandma and friends who are familiar with me always ask about her and mention her quotes when they meet me.

Every time Jing Yidan saw me, he would never forget one sentence: "How are you, grandma?" But the tone of the question became slower and slower every year.

Last year, the host of "Sixty Years and Sixty People" presented awards in Zhejiang. She asked again: "Grandma... are you... okay?" I said: "No, let's go." Yidan She said she never dared to ask because her grandma was almost a hundred years old and she had to be careful when greeting her.

During lunch, Zhang Yue, Yansong and Yidan were sitting at the same table. We talked about grandma again, which made Yidan burst into tears. In fact, we were talking about cabbage and radish. thing. Zhang Yue said that during the March 8th centenary celebration, she wanted to invite an ordinary citizen like her grandma to be a guest. I thought to myself, if grandma were here and her trivial things were presented to a national audience, wouldn’t they really come true? Did grandma say that the audience was "laughing their teeth out"? Grandma said: "The most valuable thing for a person is to know how much he weighs. If you don't know how much you weigh, try standing on a big scale. The weight won't move."

Bai Yansong is the same. Last year he and I went to Shanghai to attend the 25th anniversary of Southern Weekend. On the plane back, we talked about grandma again. All the way flying, all the way grandma. The plane landed, and grandma was still on our lips.

Yansong said: "People with education are not necessarily educated; people without education are not necessarily uneducated." Before saying goodbye, he also asked me: "Sister Ni, write about grandma quickly. , we need grandma’s spirit.”

I gritted my teeth and refused to write about grandma.

"Southern Weekend" wanted me to write a column specifically about my grandma. For this reason, their deputy editor and Zhang Ying made a special trip to Beijing to talk to me about this matter, but I never started writing. Over the years, I have scribbled a lot of random words in my notebooks, but rarely did I write about grandma - timidity near home? have no idea. This is the person I love the most, the person I know best, and the person closest to me, but it is often blurry when it is written on paper, as if I am her and she is me.

As my grandma passed away, my tears gradually flowed into my heart. Longing filled my soul, and I began to look for her. Every corner and everything in the house was owned by us and my grandma. Now that this person is gone, I can’t find her.

But somewhere in the dark, grandma is everywhere.

I know, I have never dared to look for it! I know, do you still need to look for it? Grandma is always in my heart and in my soul. Don't miss it, grandma is not dead, only the body is gone.

I started talking to grandma.

The son said: "Mom, you always speak Shandong dialect these days."

"Really?"

I know, it's not me who is talking, It was grandma who was talking.

Verse 3: It’s dark (1)

It’s dark

Grandma said: “It’s dark, who can hold the sun back? Go down the mountain? You have to lie down. Don’t be afraid, no matter how dark it is, it will eventually light up.”

I said to my grandma during the Spring Festival: “Hold on, old lady.” Work hard, no matter what, we have to live like a centenarian."

Grandma said: "There are some things where you can work hard, but there are some things where you can't work hard. It's dark and no one can stop you!" "

"Grandma, are you afraid of death?"

"No one is not afraid of death.

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“Then how many times have you said ‘just die’ in your life? It seems that if you are not afraid of death, you have already lived enough. ”

“Kid, remember, when people speak, half of them are spoken with their mouths and the other half are spoken with their hearts. Just listen to what you say with your mouth backwards. What you say with your heart is true. "

"Haha, old lady, have you been telling lies for half your life? ”

“You can’t say that. Think about it, are you talking to others? How can I say it to myself? When you speak to others, you must first think about them, whether they are willing to listen to you, whether they feel uncomfortable or happy after hearing it. If you go back and forth, your words will change by half. If you see a black spot on someone's face, you don't have to say it directly. Don’t you know someone’s own face better than you? Hit someone without slapping someone in the face, and expose someone without exposing their shortcomings. If you really want to say something, just say that you have a black spot on your face first. People will feel better after hearing this. "

Oh, you have to think about others in everything.

"Grandma, what will I do to you after you leave? I have to visit your grave every Qingming Festival, right? "

"No need, those people who are alive are enough for you to keep busy. After people die, there will be nothing. Don't make these useless decorations, they are all for others to see. I have known you for almost fifty years. I know you best and don’t have to visit your grave. ”

Verse 4: It’s dark (2)

After my grandma left, I really didn’t dare to see her.

The more I didn’t dare to go, the worse it felt in my heart. I miss her.

Last summer, my son went to his grandma’s home for the summer vacation. I sent him to visit the old lady on my behalf. When my son came back, he said that the old lady was lying in a pile on a hill by the river at the entrance of the village. In the soil. There is a stone in front of the mound, with the names of my grandfather and grandma written on it: Ni Runtai, Liu Hongqing. There is some green grass on the mound, but there is nothing else. The son gestures at the size of the mound with his hand and looks at him. With that innocent look, my tears were like broken beads, and I couldn’t stop them. I haven’t cried like this for a long time. I feel sorry for how lonely and cold my grandma is now.

I know best. Grandma, she is essentially a person who loves life. She has a pair of weak shoulders and a pair of three-inch feet. She is busy dragging a large group of children and children's children. When she leaves, four generations live under the same roof. .

Is this the day that grandma wants? Yes, it is not.

“Grandma, if there is an afterlife, will you still have so many children? ”

Grandma asked me: “What do you think?” ”

I don’t want my grandma to have to work so hard anymore and “don’t have children.”

I don’t have children either. If I still work as a host or an actor, I won’t have children. I don’t want home either. I look forward to having a long sleep in a quiet garden house of my own before the live broadcast, taking a bath, drinking a cup of coffee, and then putting on makeup refreshed and refreshed. Studio, no worries. Come back in the evening, take a comfortable rose bath, light a cigarette, drink a glass of red wine, and read a book. It’s not like now, steaming buns, cooking porridge, and wiping the food. You just put your skirt up and went to the live broadcast. No matter how late you came home, your whole family was still waiting for you. It was warm, but it was tiring and tiring! I admire myself for how I managed to survive those years. ?

“Man, you are wearing a cotton-padded jacket and looking forward to a skirt, and wearing a skirt you are thinking of a cotton-padded jacket. If it weren't for these people waiting for you at home, you might not be able to speak human words on TV. "

Do you understand what grandma means? This is a high praise for my hosting style: speaking in human terms.

"Then what do you mean, will you choose to be such a person in the next life? As a mother with many children, how can she be a grandmother and grandma with so many grandchildren and nephews (grandsons and granddaughters are called nephews in Shandong and other places)? ”

“You are different from me. You were born to live for older (good) people. There is a big steel scale to weigh you. People like me are all people on the small scale. Young Master One or two are the same. ”

Verse 5: It’s dark (3)

Grandma never gave a specific answer. She couldn’t imagine how she would live her life without her family and children. But my grandma thinks that I am the kind of person who can make a family by myself, and I am the kind of person who has a social mission.

Ha, I really know how to wear a high hat, who gave me the mission?

"Grandma, how many family members and children are there, who are not alone when they finally leave? Who can leave with their families?"

Grandma smiled: "In batches We walked separately, just like we came together in batches, and sooner or later we came together again."

Is it comfort or belief? Grandma always believed that we would still be a family in the next life. This is her infinite attachment to home and her interpretation of the continuation of life.

Why do people eventually die?

The day I found out my grandma was gone I was filming in the Northeast. Just after six o'clock in the evening, it was already dark in Harbin, and my aunt sent a text message: "Grandma left peacefully at 6:10." After reading the text message, I was actually very calm. I thought about my grandma's departure countless times. It's going to be dark in the end. I didn't shed a single tear, I just kept writing the three words "Liu Hongqing", my grandma's name, on the paper.

An illiterate old lady still has a very learned name! Her father was a literate man. Just because my grandma was born a woman, otherwise she must be a "scholar who reads big books and writes big words." This is my grandma’s comment on cultural people, and it is also the way she often points out to us younger generations.

It was getting dark and grandma left. The smoky snow outside the window accompanied me silently. The room was dark, and I was glad that there was no one else around me at this moment. This was the moment I longed for most, and my heart was free. I pasted the paper with my grandma’s name written on it on the icy and breathy double-glazed window. The three characters "Liu Hongqing" melted away, blurred, could not be seen clearly, and rose...

< p>Looking at my aunt’s text message, what I was thinking about was the last time I saw my grandma in Weihai half a month ago. My dearest person, favorite person, and most trustworthy old friend who I have known for almost fifty years did not say a word to me. I even felt that she did not know that I was by her side. In this way, we are separated forever, in heaven and earth.

Actually, notifications of my grandma’s critical illness have been sent out three times. I have been prepared for this for a long time. I wish I could have had this in my childhood.

If you love someone too much and rely too much on someone, you must be most afraid of that person leaving you. When I got into big trouble when I was a kid, my grandma's most serious words were: "My little nephew, you're going to make me mad!" I could change my mistakes in no time, no matter how big they were.

Verse 6: It’s dark (4)

“What will I do without my grandma?”

“With your mother!”

At that time, I felt that grandma was my mother and my mother was my grandma.

I often ask: "Why didn't grandma come first and then mom?"

Grandma also doesn't shy away from "secrets" that children should not hear such as childbirth and marriage, so When I was more than three years old, I dared to say loudly at the dinner table: "I know that my grandma and grandpa slept together and gave birth to my mother, my uncle, and my aunt...my mother and my father did it again." I gave birth to my brother and I in a hurry, and I gave birth to my baby in a hurry..."

Everyone laughed. My mother thought that my grandma was too spoiled and her education methods were too peasant, but my grandma was happy: "A lot of children are just like this, with the same food and the same words. This child Ping'er is like a sponge, absorbing nothing." No less."

Whenever I have a fever, even if it is very high, my grandma never takes me to the hospital. She put me on the kang like kneading dough, and kneaded me from head to toe. After kneading me, it felt like I had been washed with water, and the high fever went away immediately. Look at grandma again, she is sweating more than me. Enjoying grandma's beating, savoring grandma's sweat, I have a high fever and grow up again. At that time, I hoped that my grandma would also have a high fever, and I also wanted to wash my clothes with sweat, but my grandma never got sick.

When I grew up, I realized that my grandma’s illness was not called an illness until she was about to die! If a person who never causes trouble to others in his life is sick, it is not a disease. Thinking about this, my heart aches, and I am not willing to even get sick. I am an iron-clad grandma!

For fifty years, the grandma who lived in front of me has always had a tough look, and her weight has only fluctuated by two pounds throughout her life. How could a healthy grandma with abundant blood flow stop breathing? I didn’t dare to face my dying grandma, and I didn’t dare to look at what my grandma looked like with only her last breath left.

I have a hunch that if I don’t dare to go again, I’m afraid I won’t have a chance.

I didn’t say hello to anyone that day. I got up and took the 7 o’clock flight to Weihai. After leaving Yantai Airport, I took a taxi and it cost me 320 yuan to take me to the best hospital in Weihai.

This is the first time my grandma and I have met in the hospital in fifty years. Whether it's her or me, we are both so healthy and strong. Two women who have been afraid of trouble others all their lives have never suffered from serious illnesses or seen minor illnesses. They just got over it with gritted teeth. The last time they met was in the hospital.

On a high-end hospital bed lay a grandma covered in various tubes. The grandma, who has always loved beauty, cleanliness, and face, was naked and being turned over by doctors and nurses.

Verse 7: It’s dark (5)

I have been with my grandma for fifty years, and I have never given her a bath or cut her toenails. My grandma is so strong that she still insists on taking a bath by herself at the age of ninety-seven. The bathroom door must be closed, and the family members can only "take care" of her and "support" her through the crack in the door.

A person who was afraid of trouble others all his life spent his last days troublesome to others. Three aunts and one aunt guarded my grandma in the ward day and night. When I arrived at the hospital, the first time I saw my grandma, I knew that no matter who was there, no matter what the most modern medical methods were, my grandma’s soul was gone, and everything that happened in front of me had nothing to do with her.

It’s dark.

The doctor discussed whether to put him on a ventilator. The accumulation of water in the lungs caused by the cold made it difficult to breathe.

I asked how long I can live on a ventilator, and the doctor said frankly: "It's hard to say, after all, at such an old age, all the organs in the body have failed."

" It won’t work.”

When the throat is cut, you have to keep your mouth open and use the instrument to fight against life until you use up your last bit of strength. Does grandma still have strength? Save grandma or comfort us, her relatives? I instantly put myself on grandma's scale.

For fifty years, my grandma and I have talked about death countless times. If you can’t stand it anymore, just fall down.

Grandma, didn’t you say that? "It's dark. Who can hold the sun from going down? You have to lie down. Don't be afraid, my child. No matter how dark it is, it will light up at the end."

When does it get light for grandma? Will it be dark forever this time?

From the time I entered the ward to the time I left, it lasted eight hours. I didn’t sit down for a minute, I just stood there. Do you want to hold on for grandma, or are you afraid that your own soul will collapse? My aunts moved stools and shouted "sit down" countless times, but my eyes never left my grandma. I looked forward to her opening her eyes: "My child, grandma will not die."

Grandma, didn't you say that? ? "As long as you look forward to it, there will be hope. Just hope."

I left the ward with hope. As soon as the elevator door closed, I burst into tears. I felt hopeless. Grandma, hope was overwhelmed by despair.

Eight hours later, I spent more than 300 yuan to return to Yantai Airport and fly back to the set the same day. On the second day of filming, the director looked at the footage on the monitor and suggested that I take a day off. My red and swollen eyes were soulless.

The soul is lost.

No wonder it rained heavily all the way from the ward to the airport. I have walked this road countless times since I was a child, but now I can’t even see where this road is going. The last time I saw my grandma was like a dream.

Section 8: It’s dark (6)

Actually, my grandma was critically ill five years ago.

She had prepared the pink and white cotton velvet shroud herself, and asked us several times to take it out and put it on the bedside.

"Whenever you fall asleep and don't wake up anymore, put it on for me quickly, so that you don't get too hard and can't put it on."

I laughed at her as if she had died, "What are you doing? You know it’s hard”?

"My mother fell asleep just sitting down. When I called her to eat at noon, she was so hard that she couldn't even put on any clothes."

My grandma regretted it all her life. The pink and white dress that my old mother wore before she left became the most beautiful shroud for a woman.

My grandma was leaving without eating or drinking, and I was anxious day and night. I tried every method, but grandma still served half a bowl of soup and half a bowl of soup down.

Grandma said: "I have been dreaming about your brother-in-law every day these days (my uncle died in the line of duty more than 40 years ago), and your brother-in-law dragged me away."

Grandma's words Inspired me, "Grandma, I know a godly man in the Northeast. This eldest sister had a car accident a few years ago and became an omnipotent miracle doctor after she came back to life. I'll call her and ask her how long you can live."

Grandma’s eyes that had not been opened for several days suddenly opened, and she said: “Where can there be God? God is man, and man is God.

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I believed that grandma would not die this time and her mind was still so clear. So I quickly called this “man of God” in front of grandma.

The "god man" is my cousin, waiting for my "long distance" in the next room.

"What?" Are you right? Five years? Five more years to live? Count this year? Belongs to the dog. Ask her whether she gave birth in the morning or at night. "I handed the phone to grandma.

The "god man" asked grandma's birth time and direction on the phone.

Grandma's ears were a little deaf and she couldn't hear at all. The granddaughter who changed her voice played the role of a god - ha, the performance was a success.

After putting down the phone, my grandma said: "Make a bowl of millet and drink it." "

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Five years have passed, and this time I know that even boiling a pot of millet can't save my grandma. The god is herself.

< p>No one can help her if she doesn’t persist.

But how much grandma wants to live, how much she loves her poor days and her current rich days. Grandma always praises her good life today: "Is it enough to live like this? ”

My grandma, who never loved money or was greedy in her life, was only greedy for life. Life generously rewarded her, ninety-nine.

Does everyone have a next life?

Grandma’s day will soon dawn!

Verse 9: I don’t dare to see her off (1)

I don’t dare to see her off

Grandma said: "With people, you have everything... No matter how expensive things are, they can't be as valuable as people. "

My brother called again: "Sister, grandma will be cremated tomorrow. Do you want to come and take a last look... Come or not... Come... We can't wait for you... to talk. ! ”

I actually spoke, but my brother didn’t hear me. Yes, if I didn’t say anything, who could hear me? My brother hung up the phone, and he knew I was crying. Because it was the third call, The third time I cried silently.

My throat was clogged with tears, and my mind was confused by my grandma. I wanted to go, but I didn’t dare to go, but I knew this was really my last look. The last time I saw my grandma.

My God! This is the most unsightly look in the world.

This is the critical point between reason and emotion. You realize that they are stuck together and cannot be separated at all. The words "life, separation and death" can only be used once in a lifetime, but thinking does not follow the instructions of the brain.

"Look. "Look", what are you looking at? Seeing grandma being burned by the fire?

Grandma has been most afraid of fire in her life. She has fair skin, a thin body, only 90 pounds of grandma, a bunch of children, ten rooms big Hasn't the house been burning itself all this life? Grandma is burning herself from the inside out, simmering herself and warming others. Even she may not know that this old lady with little feet has been burning herself to the core, even to the bones. I was almost burnt before I lay down helplessly. This time I was about to be completely burned by the "prescribed actions"... After I was burned, I was put on a beautiful garland and called "Eternal Life". Why didn't I believe it? Ah!

I asked my grandma: Can you bear it?

I asked myself: Can I face it?

The young grandma was not afraid of fire. The fire in the pot was not strong anymore. Grandma dared to put her head in and blew the fire with her mouth. When she went in, a ball of flames came out again. The pot immediately started to steam, and half of her eyebrows were burned off. Save a match. The grandma who is missing half of her eyebrows is pretty and funny. Her little finger is dipped in the ash from the stove and she wipes her eyebrows.

My grandma’s house also suffered a fire, which was started by my grandpa himself. The grandpa who lost his son was in a daze. He always felt that his uncle was not dead and was sleeping under the mosquito net. All the mosquito nets were taken out and burned. The uncles wanted to put out the fire, but grandma refused: "Burn it, it will make his heart feel better." A few bites from mosquitoes can't kill anyone, but no one can take away the pain from a son biting his father. "If you have people, you will have everything." Many of Chairman Mao's instructions were the motto in my grandma's life. "No matter how expensive things are, they are not as valuable as people." Mosquito nets were a big item in the house in that era. They were burned. The seven mosquito nets were all made of synthetic nylon and had tops and sides, which my mother bought from Qingdao. Grandma said she let her grandpa burn them without even raising her eyes.

Verse 10: I dare not see her off (2)

The mosquito net was burned into piles of ashes, and grandma cleaned them pile by pile. With. Grandpa's mood became worse day by day, and Grandma became more and more afraid of fire. My grandma picked up the matches one by one and put them in her pocket when I went on a long trip. Later, my grandma always carried the matches with her when she slept, because she knew that the heartache of the father who had lost his son would be ignited at any time. What's more, my grandfather basically relied on alcohol to support his life in those years, and the ruthless fire would engulf this poor martyr father at any time.

Cremation, what a civilized act.

Burn, what a terrible act.

This time, it was neither my eyebrows nor the mosquito net that was burned, but my entire grandma.

The fire is going to burn you! Grandma, can you bear it? It's going to hurt!

I thought that the pain would fade away if I spoke of it in advance and was prepared; I thought that my smart grandma understood death in life in advance, so that when it was my turn to die, I would not have to be afraid or responsible. . Wrong, it’s of no use at all! This may be the charm of life. No matter who you are, you will be afraid when your life is about to end, and you will be nostalgic for life, this society, this home, the people here, and everything here that you have complained about countless times. Many "truths" in the world cannot be tested by practice. You should never say that this is the truth. Only those who have died have the right to say whether death is liberation or bondage, but which dead person has come back to say so? It's all people who are alive who are talking about it. How unreasonable! How unbelievable!

Picked up the phone and dialed my brother's number but didn't dare to press the "OK" button.

I started packing my boxes and booking my flight tickets.

I went to ask the director for leave, but again I didn’t say a word for a long time.

I stood helplessly in front of the director like an orphan, as if I no longer had any relatives in this world. Isn't it? People who are almost fifty years old should clearly know that dead people don’t know pain, but I am a living person, and I know pain!

I can’t get over this hurdle. Why do we burn the grandma who has raised us all our lives? I'm ignorant, but who knows?

I finally didn’t go.

My brother said that when he was carrying his grandma’s body down the stairs from the sixth floor to the crematorium, he was worried that the funeral bed was too long and would not be easy to turn at the curve of the stairs. As a result, he saw his grandma curling up her legs when turning a corner, and turned naturally. It’s amazing! My brother also said that grandma was very beautiful that day, with a smile on her face.

My brother is the most down-to-earth state cadre and the most honest in his words. How could he be superstitious? He really saw it, and I really believed it. Even after grandma died, she was afraid of troubling others.

Grandma said: "It feels bitter to trouble others, but it feels sweet to help others. Giving someone a mountain of gold is helping, and giving someone a bowl of water is also helping. Sooner or later, you help others. People will help you. If you don’t believe me, try it. If you can’t do it in this life, your children will be able to do it in the next life.” My brother said that many people went there, including people related to grandma. .

Only I, whom grandma calls her old friend of fifty years, did not go to see her off. I can't forgive myself for not going to see my grandma one last time. People who avoid suffering, disaster, and difficulties are selfish people. Neither my grandma nor I like such people. But who wants to face the darkness? Who is born to bear it? I did something my grandma didn’t like once. But grandma clearly saw me in the crowd seeing me off. Grandma is still smiling, and the dead grandma is still tolerant of me. This is grandma.

Section 11: Grandma has made money (1)

Grandma has made money

Grandma said: "Think about others when you have good things, and others will always think about them. When you have good things and don't think about others, you only care about yourself. In the end, you will be alone, and there will be no interaction with one person. ”

Seeing my grandma getting old.

I never thought that grandma would grow old one day. For as long as I can remember, my grandma has been an old lady with her hair tied in a bun. She has never been younger or older for decades. Until one day, my brother bought my grandma a crutch with the Chinese character "longevity" written on it from Mount Tai. Grandma felt like she had found a treasure. Only then did I realize—grandma is old.

The old grandma sat cross-legged on the bed and fell asleep while talking. Under the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun shines all day long.

When I come back from get off work, I often tease my grandma: "Did you sleep with your arms around the sun for another day?" Grandma's brain is not old: "It was the sun that hugged me and slept for the whole day, not me."

" How can an official as big as the sun take the initiative to hug an ordinary citizen like you?"

"This is the beauty of the sun. No one can match it. It is fair, not biased, not skewed, right. It’s the same for everyone, give him as much as he gives you.”

I was worried that grandma would not be sleepy when the moon came out, but grandma slept with the moon all night.

If you sleep continuously like this, won’t you fall asleep soon? I'm scared. I tried it. If I stayed with her all morning, talking and laughing, she would stay awake. So I assigned her a job.

My family subscribes to three newspapers, one "Beijing News", one "Beijing Youth Daily", and one "Southern Weekend" every week. I told my grandma that these three newspapers recycle old newspapers. If you read them, you should fold them neatly into large and small sheets, with pictures and without pictures.