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Grandma is a lady of a big family, and she can still see her charm at the age of sixty. Exquisite oval face, smooth forehead, eyes like black grapes, small and exquisite nose. Hair is brightly combed, tied into a bun, covered with black barbed wire, without a trace of confusion.
I think when she was young, her lips were red, like lipstick, which made many teenagers stop and many men turn around. It's a pity that my grandmother has not been born yet. Maybe she never dreamed that she would spend her life with my grandfather. Grandma is far smarter than grandpa. It's just that fate played a trick on her When she got married, her grandfather's family came down and could only maintain the simplest life.
Since she got married, she has talked very little and has been immersed in the work she has never done. The white hands have become rough, and the silk lace brought from my mother's family has been treasured in that cabinet, which has become our special purpose for tying our hair. There may not be a dress that can use lace. I still remember the beautiful lace, which is not only bright in color, but also extremely fine in workmanship.
1975, on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, grandma ended all her journey, stopped breathing and went to another world.
I wore white mourning clothes and followed the adults, with few tears. I was nine years old at that time and didn't know what real death was. ...