My grandmother died early, and did not wait until the spring breeze of reform and opening up, blowing all over the land of China, she lived a simple and peaceful life like all the rural people of that era.
Grandma lived most of her life in the countryside and only moved to the city a few years before she died. In the countryside we had a big house, a two-story building with about eight or nine rooms, plus a modest front garden and an exquisite attic. This house was built later. Before this house, there was another house. I had not seen it before. At that time, I was not born. I heard the elders talk about it. It should be a tiled house with only one story. It was a very short wooden structure. There was a grape tree in front of the door. Under the grape tree was a big white dog.
Later, my father went out to do small business to make money, so he went home to repair the house. I heard that it was really unprecedented at that time. After all, this was the first time our village had built a two-story building. Therefore, neighbors always came to watch the fun with crying babies or walking children. The noise of digging the foundation and the sound of people talking happily intertwined, breaking the inherent tranquility of the countryside. My grandmother would also be busy moving stools or serving tea or bringing out a plate of peanuts and seeds, etc. To entertain the folks watching the fun, in doing these things, I think Grandma is happy, she must be proud of Dad.
Later, when the new house was built, there was a big banquet. In the small garden, there were seats, delicious food, wine and guests. Grandma tied red cloth on her arm and was busy toasting table by table. I think the slightly drunk grandmother was happy at that time. She was proud of her son.
Later, our family bought a lot of daily necessities, such as TV sets, electric fans, wire beds and so on. Every novel daily necessities can become a rarity for neighbors to watch or talk about after dinner. I want to see the happy expression of neighbors and hear successive praises (for example, older generation, you are blessed to have such an excellent son). Grandma must be happy. She is proud of Dad.
Although my father is not particularly outstanding, but for my grandmother who was born in the countryside and grew up in the countryside, it is really outstanding. I think although my grandmother did not enjoy too much city life, it was very satisfying for her. She died with pride and peace of mind.
Would mom be proud of me for not being such a great son? I think she should also be proud, I am the second relative admitted to university, this is worthy of her pride for me, and now into a state-owned enterprise also divided into houses, this she should also be proud of me, I think I will have more things worthy of her pride for me in the future, for which I will redouble my efforts.
Every mother in the world is proud of her child, whether you succeed or fail, even if you see a slight spark or a slight improvement, I think she is proud.
Dear reader, I firmly believe that your parents are proud of you, in order to live up to this expectation, let us work harder!
Author: Twenty-four flower letters
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