Memories, like the rain outside the window, patter, under the bottom of my heart. This season, the continuous rain, wet the threshold of memory. Looking up at the sky, the clouds are far away, where is the kingdom of heaven? During the Qingming Festival, I caught up with the drizzle. How much sorrow do I want to miss? If you want to shout to the long sky, your children and grandchildren miss it eagerly.
Always the drizzle, always the passers-by in a hurry, always the cuckoo full of mountains, always countless thoughts. During the Qingming Festival, the drizzle was drizzling, and the pedestrians on the road were even more depressed. Every Qingming Festival seemed to turn every drop of rain in spring into thoughts of thinking about kisses. Flowers blossom and fly all over the sky, and every spring, it is the Qingming Festival, every family is like this, year after year, memorial to the immortal love in our hearts. May our ancestors have a spirit in heaven to bless all the people in the world, peace and harmony, year after year.
Now, I have returned to my hometown, this place with green mountains and green waters. There are mountains and rivers, plants and trees here, but are they all safe and sound? A slight mountain breeze blew by, as if to greet and smile to my son and grandson who traveled far away. This is the place where the dead loved ones rest forever. The cuckoos all over the mountains are in full bloom, like the cuckoo's blood singing, crying and weeping, only thinking of their loved ones! Long-lost Qingming flowers, white flowers dripping morning dewdrops, blooming in the windward intersection, I, like an hour, picked a bunch of white Qingming flowers and placed them in front of my ancestors' graves to send my deep sorrow.
My dearest, my grandmother, you have been away from us for too long. I still remember the history of your time. In this day of thinking and thinking about kisses, why not make people feel heartbroken! The lens of thinking, like a kite in my hand, the thread of memory, the spring breeze of March floats to the high heavenly grandmother, the grandson misses you!
Childhood is always beautiful. When it rained, we quarreled with our grandmother to teach us the origami boat, and then put the folded paper boat under the eaves of a stream. The small paper boat floated far away with our little wishes and dreams and our happy childhood. To this day, I still miss the joy my little paper boat gave me in my childhood.
Childhood, with the story of time, with unlimited affection. With the deep thoughts of my grandmother, tonight, I picked up a piece of blank paper, folded a small paper boat, dripping tears of yearning, warmth overflowing my chest, thinking about my dear thoughts, and spread the whole heart. Gazing at the small paper boat in the palm of my hand, I seem to go back to the scene when my grandmother took us to put the paper boat when I was a child. At that time, the little paper boat carrying our beautiful dreams, tonight, slowly, along the river of time, floated to me and thought endlessly.
Grandma is a beautiful lady who knows books and courtesy. She grew up in the beautiful Nanhu Lake, which is now the endless green lake that has created a happy life in Heyuan City. In order to build the dam of Xinfengjiang Reservoir, South Lake is already a great country of water, and my ancestors had to leave their lovely hometown and emigrate. This in the hearts of the older generation, it will always be the memory of reluctance and pain. My grandfather died before he emigrated, and his soul was stationed in the South Lake. Grandmother is the eldest daughter of the family, deeply loved by my great-great-grandfather, went to school, likes classical literature, but also likes to recite poetry. According to her grandmother, when she was in the fourth grade of primary school, she asked the school to arrange lectures for the brothers and sisters of the small class. She was a veritable little teacher, and she was really a talented girl at that time. In my memory, my grandmother often read books such as A Dream of Red Mansions, Romance of the three Kingdoms, Water margin and Journey to the West with relish. When I was a child, I often listened to my grandmother's wonderful books, so much so that I knew the highlights of the four famous books in our country early in my childhood. My grandmother has a very good memory. "tapestry palindromes", "Thousand Poems", "300 Tang Poems", "Zeng Guangxian Wen" and so on are all the more good skills my grandmother picked up casually. Ching Ming Festival, who was even more depressed by pedestrians on the road, her grandmother would talk to the continuous Qingming rain outside the window and the direction of her hometown, Nanhu: it was drizzling during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road were even more depressed. Asking the shepherd boy where there is a restaurant, he pointed to the apricot blossom village in the distance. no, no, no. On the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, enjoying the bright moon in the sky, my grandmother will teach us to read Li Bai's famous homesick poem "quiet Night thinking": there is bright moonlight in front of the bed, like a cold frost on the ground. Looking up, I find the moon bright; Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned. Also tell us the story of Chang'e running to the moon. Chang'e, Li Gang, Jade Rabbit, with the bright moonlight, a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in the moon palace of Chang'e, the fragrance of a beautiful and happy childhood in the wonderful stories told by my grandmother, under the influence of my grandmother, I am also deeply in love with my grandmother.
Grandmother is a theater fan. If there is a play in the theater, my grandmother must see it. At that time, there were often performers who went to the countryside and set up a stage in the big grain drying ground. at this time, the villages and towns were as lively as the Spring Festival. When I was a child, I followed my grandmother and often listened to the theatre and became a small opera fan. I vaguely remember hearing and reading "Yang Family General", "Mu Guiying in charge", "Legend of White Snake", "Biography of Yue Fei" and so on when I was a child. Grandma was also a movie fan, there was no entertainment at that time, watching movies and going to the theatre was the first pleasure, so there were a lot of people. My grandmother and I were huddled in the crowd to buy movie tickets when suddenly, a dishevelled boy squeezed behind his grandmother and took advantage of the cover of the crowd to rob her of her little money. The little me exclaimed: granny, there are thieves in their pockets (our country dialect steals wallets)! When my grandmother heard this, she hurriedly turned around, but while she was talking, the hateful little thief snatched her money and ran away. My grandmother and I ran so hard that we were out of breath, but we still failed to catch up with the little thief. I had to watch the little thief run across the new river bridge. Oh, what a party pooper! Fortunately, my grandmother still had 20 cents to buy the ticket, so my grandmother took me back to the cinema quickly. The movie has already started. I remember that it was a Malan, the specific plot of the movie was also blurred, and the scene of the thief packing his wallet is still fresh in his memory. This is really a unique movie, it seems to be more wonderful than the movie being shown. The plot is deeply imprinted in my childhood memory, because it is a thrilling memory related to me and my grandmother, so it floats along the river of time. When I remember my grandmother, it replays and reappears together.
After my grandfather died, my grandmother alone with four young sons, life is hard to support, eating the last meal, eating bran, digging wild vegetables to satisfy hunger is even more common. Make up for the vicissitudes and bitterness of that era. My grandmother and my young father and brothers, in those difficult times, depended on each other, advanced and retreated together, not to be separated, and kept the integrity of our family. My grandmother, for as long as I can remember, has been an honorable and amiable person, and my childhood and adulthood have also been taught and benefited a lot. When there is trouble in my life, there is always a strong image of my grandmother that inspires me and makes me move forward better. Grandmother's death, to me, to my whole family, is full of pain! Although my grandmother is nearly a hundred years old, it still hurts. Family is priceless, in this world, there is always a kind of missing, let us dream back in the middle of the night, suddenly born grief! Nothing in this world has changed, but without my dear and honorable people! Miss dear grace, cherish filial piety, let love be passed on from generation to generation, turn grief into strength, and always pay tribute to our lost loved ones in our hearts. May everything be all right!
At the same time, I am grateful to my parents for giving me life and love. I will love you more in my lifetime. Although life is hard and unsatisfactory, your daughter will live up to your expectations, healthy, happy and kind to herself and those around you. Learning from the bitter experience, I wish my family and friends and I will be safe and healthy in the future, which is better than anything else.
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