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Next door, there was a sorrowful cry, and my heart began to panic. How could it go through the thick dirt wall and crash directly into my chest?
Dad, is this apricot so big? Isn't that too fast? I tried to dissolve the sadness of those invasions with magnified joy.
Then, get up and walk away until you can no longer hear. In this way, standing outside the sadness, I realized my aloof indifference by escaping.
I know I can't face the entanglement of life and death. But I also flashed a trace of joy in my heart. The children mourned their mother's soul with cries and repented their ignorance with sadness. Even if they were beaten by wind and rain all their lives, the seven aunts should be able to close their unwilling eyes.
When Seven Aunt was alive, it was like a TV series that had been complained about countless times. Her performance was blamed and disdained, and its broadcast seemed to have experienced more censorship and comparison. I thought that with her death, those earthly entanglements, right and wrong, would be buried deep in the dust.
It is not easy for people to live a lifetime.
Whether it is good or bad, success or not, happiness or misery, it is in the end to read a kind of existence of life in the sentence of death. When she was alive, she was a sad figure, without the love of her husband, the respect of her children, and not much praise from others. But when she entrusted her grand loneliness to death to tell, her children cried and mourned everywhere. On the road to Nai he Bridge, there was finally an ambiguous lamp to illuminate her.
However, when I went again two days later, my mother subverted my previous gratification mercilessly with a helpless story.
My mother's voice was hoarse and exhausted, which made her, who was in poor health, tighten my heart again. But I have no reason to blame her. She is doing what she thinks is right and trying to mend some broken feelings. I praised this seemingly weak little woman in my heart, she once again held up a banner of kindness for me.
Mother said: I am standing in front of him, I will persuade him, of course, he will hit me when I am ready.
I was thinking, if he had really hit my mother at that time, what if something happened to my mother, who had been pulled back from the brink of death again and again? However, he did not do it, and perhaps like a mirror in his heart, he dared not touch my mother's half finger, even though he frantically hit everyone who used to fight.
The son and daughter of the seventh aunt made a mess, and the scene was out of control. To investigate the reason, because of a word of discord, but also because of the old resentment.
Although the eldest daughter was brought by the seven aunts when she remarried, she is a compatriot with one breast, so why do they always have to fight each other? Will not be strong affection hit a shattered. When the seventh uncle died, it was the eldest son and daughter who made a mess, and now it is the second son and his sister who beat him upside down.
Seven aunts' funeral hall is still there, and she is still waiting for the old days like the old apricot tree in the yard, but her years of mountains and rivers are in chaos.
The mother said that after the second son had had a drink, no one could hold him.
I said, don't you think he has a clear head? Why dare not hit you? He just pretended to be crazy to make trouble by drinking.
Mother is usually a good person, so they still respect their mother, coupled with the mother's poor health, we all serve as a treasure, he absolutely does not dare to get into this trouble.
But he dared to tear up the tenderness of his brothers and sisters and the only smile that the seven aunts could take away in this world. In the end, he said that he was going to lift his mother's funeral hall, saying that he had prepared the coffin for his mother and that he had the right to knock it over. My heart follows my mother's story one after another, but I always don't know how to sigh this earth-shaking.
The eldest son hammered the broken leg, wanting to cry without tears, while the others held their heads and did not know what to do, watching the funeral like a surging flood, trying to wash away the riverbed of affection. The mother blocked the ferocious child with her thin body. She said, "son, you still have a good life to live. Just let your mother go quietly. You and your sister are both your mother's children. Listen to your aunt." Then the mother touched the top of his bald head like a mother stroking her own child.
I know that my mother must have been scared at that time, and she just gambled. In the end, she conquered his ignorance with her kindness. I don't want to like my mother any more, because if she loses the bet, the consequences we will bear are unimaginable. She is simply vulnerable.
When the mother said that the grandson of the seventh aunt raised her sharp knife again to stab his aunt, she sighed a long sigh: alas, what kind of old man, what kind of son! I don't know what his son will do to them in the future.
Recklessness, ignorance and impulse are the image he has given to his son. It is also the bitterness he painted on her poor mother!
I seemed to see Seven Aunt dragging her heavy step out of the wooden fence, her messy white hair was blown up by the wind again and again, her fingers kept caressing on the crutch, the hard calluses did not know how many cruel sorrows were hidden, and her muddy eyes shed hot tears and burned the hearts of the years.
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Grandpa is a stubborn old man, so strong all his life, struggling and crying out in poverty.
My mother often said that Grandpa offended people when he was alive, and if he didn't like it, he had to take care of it, so I saw a kind of tenacity for that humble old man.
Grandpa often tells me stories about the uprising of Qiao Richeng, the prosperity of the milk temple, and the thrill that my father almost killed himself because of a mouthful of rice cakes. Grandpa is a good storyteller. He told those stories over and over again for more than ten years, but I listened to them with relish every time. Especially when it comes to fathers, the two men always laugh. Grandpa said that he really liked his father, so he fed him a mouthful of rice cakes to see his lovely appearance, but he happened to paste it in his throat. He was anxious to find someone everywhere, but he couldn't get it out. He saw that his father's life was going to be gone. but someone introduced him to an earthwork and saved his father with only a dime. Grandpa has to repeat every time: only a dime, a dime!
When I was seventeen, my grandfather died. He chose a very peaceful way to leave, always shouting that he did not eat or drink for the last ten days, but looked out at the world with his dark eyes open. I suddenly found that my grandfather was so old that he couldn't move any more. no matter how hard he tried to wriggle, he couldn't tell any more old stories. For the first time in my life, my heart felt a sharp pain like a needle. His wandering life ended in the middle of a quiet night.
Father knocked on the door: Pinger, open the door, your grandfather has gone.
Waking up from sleep, I got up and dressed quickly, holding my head high from time to time. I was afraid that my sad tears would fall and be laughed at by my mother. Winter night is very cold, very desolate, my youthful heart is so hit by it, hate that I can not hold on to go home to sleep, if only I could always stay with my grandfather. When I walked into my third uncle's house, my grandfather closed his eyes forever. His gray face, sunken eyes and stiff body turned my head around and tears welled up in my eyes.
That is my relatives, is I can not give up the miss, the 17-year-old girl in the heart of the silent, wish Grandpa all the way.
Next, the five fathers and brothers will discuss the funeral.
Mother did not agree to hold funerals together. She said that their relatives would be fine in their respective homes. Anyway, they would send their grandpa out well, because she had been so heartbroken by the exclusion of others that she did not want to touch what had been right and wrong. However, my sister-in-law forcefully forced everyone to work together. Mother is naturally not a person to be pushed around, so all the spearheads begin to blindly point at the mother. It was dusk, and my sister-in-law took several people to sit on my mother's Kang for a good scolding. Maybe my mother was not worth it for her kindness and tolerance over the years, or maybe she was angry because her sister-in-law openly challenged her authority. I remember that my mother was so angry that she couldn't help it. I, hiding in the dark corner, looked at every face distorted by resentment, and my weak body kept trembling. I don't understand why there are always so many contradictions between adults. Why can't Grandpa's greatest wish be fulfilled? Grandpa is not an upright father, but I know very well that he wants his children to unite so much.
Later, my mother fainted on the spot, and my home was filled with fear, nervousness, and crying.
I can no longer tell who is right and who is wrong. Maybe those entanglements are not right or wrong at all, but I find that I hate those people. Although they are my relatives, I cannot tolerate them pushing my mother into the abyss of pain. That night, we didn't sleep and stayed with our mother. My father was sandwiched in the middle again, and my newly married eldest brother became the mountain in my heart. I called him eagerly to urge him to come back. after all, he was a man who had read a book, and he had the demeanor of a mother. In the end, the eldest brother calmly helped everyone deal with the matter.
They apologized to their mother, and their mother had to obey them for the sake of the overall situation.
Finally, Grandpa was sent out by the scenery, and the dust settled. (meiwen.com.cn)
Now, twenty years later, a lot has happened during this period. Uncle has followed his grandfather, and his father and third uncle have dyed their hair and temples. They have put down everything that can be put down, and what can not be put down.
The third uncle moved to the new house and left our alley, and the old yard where my grandfather lived all his life became more and more dilapidated, but every time I walked by, my mind flashed the way my grandfather came out holding the children of the third uncle, as if, he told them stories that I never got tired of hearing.
Grandpa is gone, but the sorrows and joys painted on the Xuan paper of the years are still vaguely sending out an old and dreary breath.
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That alley is very old and full of stories. For example, when the second aunt and the second uncle fought when they were young, in the end, the tough second uncle died sadly in loneliness; or the honest and honest uncle hanged himself because of the humiliation of his second wife. or that petite old lady Cao, her shrewd life inevitably ended helplessly in the quarrel of her children.
I don't think I wrote this to lay out the sadness associated with death. It's just that too many people live in this world, as vulgar and inconspicuous as sparrows, but they play the whole sky, the same interpretation of the world's joys and sorrows, the same follow the years, ups and downs of the true meaning of life.
Everyone, out of a period of life, will let you taste a taste, right?
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