When I think of my grandmother, I think of the happiness and warmth of my childhood. Grandma is like a happy boat full of love, carrying all my carefree childhood. Let my dull life be grateful for the warmth and happiness of my childhood, and reap happiness and sweetness in the unrequited effort.
Grandpa's village planted many apricot trees, and several large apricot orchards were distributed to the farmers in the village like land. Grandpa's family was divided into three apricot orchards of more than ten acres.
Whenever golden rhubarb apricots hang all over the branches and make passers-by drool, grandma is responsible for keeping these apricots from being stolen. As soon as I have a wheat holiday, I can't wait to go to my grandfather's house and follow my grandmother to the apricot garden every day to see apricots.
Many years old apricot trees are flourishing, or red, gold or white apricots bend the branches one by one, shining charming light in the early summer sun. Although the weather has begun to be hot and dry, there is a cool breeze everywhere in the apricot garden with a bumper harvest. Whenever I am tired and sleepy, I will lie on the thick trunk and rest for a while with my head resting on my hands.
Grandma always has a long bamboo pole in her hand. When the apricots on any tree are big, red and ripe, I will not hesitate to knock down a few to relieve my hunger. Or if relatives come to visit the apricot garden, grandma will not hesitate to pick up a long pole, knock down a big bamboo basket full of relatives, and happily watch relatives go home with bamboo baskets.
There are many kinds of apricots, such as egg apricot, white apricot, money apricot, ruby apricot, etc ... The egg apricot is the largest, like a big round egg, and one is worth several small apricots. It has a lot of meat, delicious taste and great weight to eat. Mature big white apricots are all white and slippery to eat, and there is a thin layer of fluff on the surface, which looks like Snow White's beautiful little face. Everyone who sees them can't help but want to open their mouths and take a bite. Money apricots are as bright and attractive as small money. They stand on the branches in strings, pick one and put it in their mouths. The sweetness of that moment reaches your heart. ...
Grandma often holds a long bamboo pole and a thin bamboo rake in her hand. Because the apricot orchard is relatively large, grandma asked me to rest at noon, so she picked up a bamboo rake and raked out traces under the apricot tree. As long as the apricot thief runs under the tree, we can see clear footprints. They are all villages, and we can naturally find this person by following the footprints.
Sometimes I am naughty. I used my grandma's lunch break to play hide-and-seek with some friends. We sneaked up the tree to catch it. In a burst of laughter and shaking, ripe apricots and leaves fell to the ground. Grandma, who was resting on the sofa, stood up and scolded us and drove away the saboteurs.
Nowadays, the apricot garden has long since disappeared and turned into a field. The happiness of that year was still floating over the apricot garden. You can't get far away!
Every spring, a large piece of watermelon is planted in grandma's house, and grandma naturally becomes a melon watcher, thinking of me with a sweet watermelon. As long as I have a summer vacation, I go to grandma's house in a fart way, and my busy family omits to look after me and recognizes that I am at home.
Our hometown is sandy land, and several uncles are capable and willing to use manure. The watermelon is crisp and sweet. People who love melons can't leave when they get to the ground, and they can always fetch a good price when they are dragged to the market. In order to prevent such an attractive watermelon from being stolen, several uncles set up a straw shed in the watermelon field, and my healthy grandmother took me to watch it day and night.
Watermelon fields are always lively and lively. Grasshoppers sing loudly. Several gray rabbits fly over the watermelon fields, followed by a warm weasel. ...
And my favorite is to eat watermelon seeds that grandma helped me break open. Watermelon seeds at that time were big, black and bright. Grandma always washes watermelon seeds with water, dries them in the hot sun, and then clamps them on a brick with pliers and gently breaks them open. The small white seed in the watermelon seed poked out quietly like the sparrow's tongue. I couldn't help laughing and grabbed it in my hand. Finally, I broke them and put them in a small bag. In the watermelon field, I always have seeds that I can't eat. Compared with the sweetness of watermelon, the fragrance of melon seeds is not interesting to my monotonous childhood.
Now you can go to the supermarket to buy watermelon seeds if you want, but you can't eat watermelon seeds chewed by grandma at a mellow temperature. Whenever I eat black watermelon seeds, my grandmother's loving figure with her big mouth hitting and biting melon seeds always appears in front of me.
The threshing floor is the longest and deepest memory of my childhood, because before junior high school, I spent all my busy autumn holidays in the threshing floor, and my grandmother has always been a loving old man who accompanied me through fatigue and happiness.
At that time, my family had a lot of land, my father and two uncles separated, and the heavy farm work was on my parents. Grandma sees that we are busy and comes to stay for a few months every year. When our farm work was over, she went home quietly. Our family grows more than ten acres of peanuts every year. My parents grow peanuts in the fields. Grandma and I are responsible for picking peanuts on the threshing floor. We picked them one by one and put them in the sun. On cloudy days, the autumn harvest will be busy for many days.
Picking peanuts in the field during the day, I sat with my grandmother for a whole day, watching the pile of peanuts get smaller and smaller, and it was worth it to be tired.
At that time, corn, millet, soybeans and sesame seeds were planted ... that was the scariest time to go to Xiaomi head. I've always been afraid that the sharp knife to Xiaomi's head would cut my hand. Grandma asked me to carry the basket lamp back and forth to transport the cut millet head to the middle of the field to dry.
The happiest time is in the evening. After a hard day, my grandmother and I lay in a straw shed made of corn stalks and lit candles. While reading story books, I listened to grandma telling old stories she knew, or anecdotes about her youth. I am so absorbed that I often forget to read the book in my hand.
Sometimes we make a fire in front of the hut and rub it in a pile of peanuts to make them burn. While eating delicious cooked peanuts, I listened to grandma's stories, and my face was full of gangsters, which often made grandma laugh.
Happy times are always short and memorable. With the advancement of agricultural modernization, I don't grow so many peanuts at home. I won't see the threshing floor for a month or two, and my grandmother doesn't have apricot trees and watermelon orchards.
However, grandma, who was no longer needed at home, suddenly fell ill after unloading all the fatigue, which suddenly made people feel the taste of death. She has been paralyzed in bed for more than two years. Fortunately, in order to be calm and peaceful for the last time, she received more care than her own daughter-in-law. So every time I visit, my grandmother conveys her gratitude to me, because she wants to pass on the love that haunts her to the people she loves most.
Now, grandma has already disappeared in the dust of time and space, but in spring, summer, autumn and winter, every season I will pick up the shadow of a happy childhood, recall grandma's loving eyes and affectionate words around my ears.
If I can still get the affirmation of my friends around me, I can still make small achievements in my career, which is inseparable from my grandmother's love and gratitude to people everywhere and the simple happiness she gave me. It was my grandmother who gave me a childhood full of love and happiness.
So I can repay all my smiling friends with love and gratitude, and grow up with everyone with a happy heart.
Grateful grandma, grateful love and happiness!
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