My grandmother died when I was two years old. I have no feelings when I am ignorant. Every day, as always, I will walk alone on the slate street more than 20 meters away and come to the house where my grandmother once lived. There is a small hole in the lower left corner of the house door, which is convenient for dogs and cats to go in and out. I will stop and squat at the mouth of the cave, and my head will stretch forward desperately to the mouth of the cave. "grandma! Grandma ... "Crying incessantly, there was no echo of grandma's desolation and joy in the closed dark room. I was tired, so I sat down on the stone steps near the cave, looked into the cave from time to time, called grandma several times, and the back room was still silent. I can't believe grandma doesn't love me anymore. Next door, Grandpa Lao Zhou came up with her hunchback, which she had been trying to keep straight, with tears in her eyes: "My lovely grandson in the debt, your grandmother left and will not come back. She has gone away, so you don't have to scream ... "I looked back and looked blankly at Uncle Lao Zhou's tearful eyes. She is my grandmother in a trance, but she is not. Grandma doesn't have a hunchback, and neither does grandma. Grandpa who heard the news picked me up and left the hole in front of grandma's door. I saw grandpa's eyes as red as Uncle Lao Zhou's, and there was a clear spring in his eyes, reflecting the image of a chubby child.
Grandpa has five children, only dad stands out from the crowd and continues to burn incense. The others are girls. So far, my father is only me, so I also have the responsibility to continue my father's role in grandpa. Therefore, my position is as supreme as the stars holding the moon. Parents naturally love children, and grandpa regards me as the apple of his eye. When I was a child, I was always surrounded by my family as a bodyguard, and no one adopted my babbling. Therefore, when I was a child, I was seriously short of "democracy and freedom", especially my grandfather, who had a great influence on me and was autocratic by my parents, so that when I grew up, I was humble, considerate, polite and lacked reckless virtue.
Grandpa and my parents usually leave me delicious and nutritious food. I disagree. Can't you see I'm already fat? I took the opportunity to use the soup pot to scoop the delicious food back to my grandfather and parents, and the family ate it together. The family was in high spirits and happy.
Time moves forward happily in carefree and caring. In a blink of an eye, I am five years old and have grown into a "young man". What remains unchanged is that I am still chubby; The biggest change is that my hair was quietly shaved off by my father without permission, and I became a veritable "Logger Vick", which made my mouth toot in protest.
Grandpa smiled when he saw my angry mouth, hugged me, touched my bald head with one hand, and suddenly carved a deep kiss on my plump forehead. The residual saliva stuck to my forehead, and the breeze brushed my face, making my whole head feel cold. "good-looking! Look good! " Seeing grandpa's contented joy, my unhappiness was swept away.
At that time, my grandfather was over 60 years old and his hair was sparse and gray. Somehow, his teeth are only a few in front of his mouth, which is a bit dazzling, but my grandfather is strong and strong, and I can tell at a glance that he has been forged through a lot of work. Later, I heard from my grandfather that when he was young, he often drifted across provinces to do small business. It was not liberated at that time! In those days, you had to shoulder heavy burdens when doing business, unlike now, it was convenient and quick to go out for a ride. Grandpa talked lightly about those years. I won't know until I grow up. It's easier said than done! Imagine how tough it is to bear the burden of 100 kilograms for a long time, measure it with your feet every day, and walk more than ten or dozens of kilometers! Where did his spiritual motivation come from? Is it because of your deep affection for grandma? Or from the responsibility to the family, to the responsibility, to the cause? I think these answers can only be understood by walking into grandpa's world with my own heart.
The next day, grandpa cut off all his hair and swept away the "army residue" left on his scalp with a sharp razor, leaving no other burden on his head. In grandpa's words, it saves a lot of time to take care of it. The warm sunshine is floating gently, grandpa's head is shining, and I laugh at grandpa's head like a light bulb! Grandpa rubbed his smooth scalp with his hand and was happy for my happiness. This change, our grandfather and grandson's hairstyles have become a beautiful scenery in their hometown, which naturally won a lot of laughter.
I don't know when I fell in love with the sky in my hometown. During the day, the sky is blue and beautiful, and looks like a huge canvas. Blue is the basic color of the canvas, and there are many clouds dotted on the canvas: there are thick cotton wadding clouds, there are fast-running fitness clouds, they are so white and light, and there are also dark clouds that don't like to wash their hands and get dirty. They float leisurely in the air, unrestrained; They wander in the ocean of the sky, dancing happily and piecing together charming pictures. Look-the thick cotton wool clouds are blown away by a gust of wind, and immediately become a group of furry sheep, running leisurely on the endless green grassland; Not far away, several clouds met, shaking hands, hugging and greeting each other, like friends reunited after a long separation. The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and the fierce sunlight can't penetrate the clouds no matter how hard it tries. As a result, the cloud has become a dark green mountain, with mountains, water and rivers, the sky is gray and wild, the wind is blowing, and cattle and sheep are low. A picture of a beautiful natural landscape suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. With this painting, I think I will become the best painter in the world. I hurried home, called my father, who was a private school teacher, and eloquently told me about my "painting". My father listened to my command, looked up at the sky and kept nodding. I really feel "democracy" for the first time. When I was a child, my understanding of democracy was to adopt my opinions and obey my instructions. Think about the democratic ideas of some powerful countries today, which are really similar to my understanding of democracy when I was a child. I feel very creative and fulfilled.
In the evening, my father brought a primary school Chinese textbook, in which there was an article "Seeing the clouds and knowing the sky", which described the clouds vividly. It also reveals some internal laws between clouds and weather. I heard it in a mess, only remembering that dark clouds are the most direct related factors to form rain. It turns out that dark clouds have the magic to give orders.
In June, it was extremely hot all over the south. Because of the high humidity and sultry heat, people can't sleep at night, so people have to walk out of the slate street in front of their homes after dinner and bathing, put some chairs on it, light wormwood to prevent mosquitoes, and sit around and chat with the whole family to divert the intrusion of hot summer. At that time, the house in my hometown was designed in a compact and orderly way, with every household next to it, leaving a spacious corridor in the middle, which was transparent from north to south. The aisle is carefully paved with pebbles, smooth and barrier-free. A faint evening breeze blows from time to time at the gate. With the help of people constantly shaking the cattail leaf fan, the cool breeze passes through the roadway, bringing people rare comfort. At that time, I was lying on the mat laid for me by my grandfather on the stone street. I lay at his feet and touched his callused heel. When chatting with family and friends, grandpa used his broken cattail fan to blow me a refreshing breeze. Grandpa's fan is very radian, and my whole body is completely bathed in the full summer love that Grandpa poured into me. I will hug grandpa's feet for a while and look up at the starry sky for a while. The stars in the sky are like shining pearls, scattered in the vast sky at will; If you concentrate on it, sometimes you will see a meteor, which drags a shiny silver belt across the bustling and noisy night sky and disappears without a trace. Fireflies are unwilling to be lonely, but also join in the fun. They flew from the garden to the house, from the wilderness to the mountains to participate in people's big discussions and chats. They actively release flickering phosphorescence, trying to attract people's attention. But it is not surprising that people turn a blind eye to this, perhaps because there are too many ingredients deliberately expressed. Only I was attracted by the firefly show. I climbed sideways from the mat and saw the flashing fireflies jumping hard, throwing out their hands, struggling to catch them, lowering their heads and gently opening their hands. There was nothing, which made me anxious and made my grandfather and parents laugh. Summer nights, with chatting, laughter and cattail leaf fans, are no longer unbearable. After a hard day, people went to rest one after another, and the night slowly quieted down, leaving only fireflies and stars whispering.
In a blink of an eye, it is the summer harvest season, and the golden rice waves in the fields are rolling and dancing. Warm wind wrapped in the fragrance of the earth, with the joy of harvest floating around the house. The long-awaited villagers are very happy when they look at the fruitful results. The most important task now is to harvest the fruit, dry it in the sun and then store it. The vast fields are boiling and enthusiastic villagers are mobilizing the whole family. Old people are busy with logistics at home, and adults and children go into battle together to cut, fight, pack and pick food. There are busy fields everywhere, and a grand scene of harvest and joy is fixed at this moment. Feeling very tired, I heard a long-lost Hakka folk song:
Whoo-hoo.-Hello.
A-mei across the street is not shy.
Look at my brother.
My sister hasn't been here for a day,
Sister needs help. Call brother.
Whoo-hoo.-Hello.
Everyone reached out and looked around. It turned out to be a love song provoked by the second Laizi in the village. Everyone laughed, thinking that the fiery girl would run on him and ruin his prestige. Pause for a moment, a string of ringing bell rings:
Whoo-hoo.-Hey
I don't like when I'm a toad,
I have my own brother to help me.
You must be sentimental and have nowhere to go.
I don't mind coming to work.
Whoo-hoo.-Hello.
The singer is Aunt Sanhong next door. She opened a small shop in town to do business. Her husband was hit by a speeding truck on the highway a few years ago and has never remarried. Today, she is busy farming and goes home to help. Everyone laughed, and the second son was discouraged. On the field, everyone is full of energy after adjustment.
Speaking of home, my parents are responsible for harvesting rice, and the task of drying it is given to my grandfather and me. It is not easy to be in charge of logistics. I saw grandpa take off his coat and wear only a sleeveless undershirt, revealing two bulges and some flabby chest muscles. The chest muscles shook a few times inadvertently. I saw grandpa's bald head shining, his face ruddy and the air clear. Come to life, grandpa seems to have returned to a young age, and he has to shoulder the day to measure our life. Grandpa put two baskets full of wet rice piled at home with a bamboo shovel and tried it on his shoulder. It's a bit difficult, perhaps because he didn't find the right balance. Grandpa put down the grain load, found the balance point of the pole again, and exerted his strength. A heavy load of rice swayed meekly on his shoulder. I put some rice on my bamboo shovel, carried it with both hands and followed my grandfather's ass. Grandpa strode like a cloud, and I suddenly fell behind. Grandpa turned around and told me to take my time and not to worry.
Taking advantage of the scorching sun, it is a very important step to dry the wet rice on the terrace and then rake off the weeds in the straw. Otherwise, if the wet rice pile is kept for too long, the grain pile will get hot and will be broken after germination, so the wet rice should be dried circularly. The second step is to pop the dried rice again, and pick up a few grains of rice in the sun and put them in your mouth for a bite. The crisp crackling sound indicates that the rice is dry and can be stored. Drying rice grinds people. I am most afraid of rainy days when drying rice, so I have to wait for the weather wholeheartedly. I volunteered to let grandpa have more rest because I like the sky. Father's "Look at the weather from the clouds" can come in handy.
"Grandpa, don't worry! If it is rainy, I will call you right away. " I made a promise to grandpa, and grandpa was not at ease. Grandpa was too tired during this period, so I had to carry forward the style of "villain" The afternoon sun is the most vicious. The blazing sun in the blue sky hangs high on the dome, and the radiant light melts a few white clouds, making the sky appear bluer and purer, but it is more difficult for me to look up at the sky and find more materials to "describe" a picture. I'm not unhappy, because it's good to bask in rice on a sunny day. It is best to dry all the rice piled on the hill at home every day. For several days in a row, the weather was fine, and the Gushan piled up at home finally moved away. After the last day of drying, all the tasks of drying the valley can be completed. Grandpa praised me for doing my duty, and I was a little carried away. I've been very nervous these days. When I saw a dark cloud floating in the sky, I stared at it. I'm afraid it will call friends and gather in the dark clouds. That's a harbinger of rain, and an alarm will be given. Also, keep an eye on the sun and don't let it be lazy. If it hides in the clouds and doesn't come out for a long time, the distant sky will be dark and it will give a warning in advance. Fortunately, nothing happened these days. The last batch was dried, and finally a stone fell to the ground. As usual, after lunch, I went to the arbor of the grain drying farm to stand guard. The sun is a little lazy and I'm a little sleepy. Looking at the listless sky painting, painting, my eyes are confused, I fell asleep on the soft straw pile, and I drew a satisfactory picture in my dream. I don't know when, "Boom!" A thunder broke my dream and scared me to get up from the haystack and open my sleepy eyes. It was already dark, so I quickly called my grandfather, who was already sweating and scrambling for food. Grandpa took a nap in the afternoon, but he didn't feel at ease to see me. He found that the weather was going to change, so he rushed to grab the rice. Seeing that I slept soundly and didn't scream, he took it himself. I quickly helped to collect the rice, and then put the rice into the basket with a bamboo shovel. When I cleaned up, grandpa provoked it, quickly put it under the eaves, and then ran back to continue to grab the harvest. "Wow-"A gust of wind mercilessly drenched the sun-dried and uncollected rice. Grandpa asked me to take shelter from the rain, but I refused anyway and accompanied him to finish harvesting the rice. Under the eaves, I saw several loads of wet rice, and I was in tears. Such bad consequences are all caused by one's own negligence. "It doesn't matter, silly grandson. It's not too wet. Just bask in the sun tomorrow. " Grandpa touched my head to comfort me and kept wiping the rain off my body with his coat. Anyway, I severely criticized myself and hated the unkind sky that day. ...
Many years later, I went to school, took part in work, got married and had children. My hometown gradually alienated me in space and distance, and my grandfather grew old with me. Then, grandpa walked with time with the majestic and powerful steps of youth, and only gave me a dream "Hometown" to sing in my heart forever; And the blue sky of childhood, engraved in my mind, is still so clear and pure.