Everyone will get old and eventually have nothing. Impermanence dominates everything, because you never know what will happen next.

It's like, until now, I can't believe grandma has left us. Today is the seventh day grandma left.

As a 97-year-old cross-century old man, she witnessed the collapse of a feudal dynasty and the birth of new China. Her life track is full, representing a period of history and a story.

Grandma's experience can be written into a novel. However, here, I just want to write down a few years with my grandmother, and record every day in a series of ways to commemorate this strong, kind, simple and great grandmother.

Grandma was born in 1920 and died at the age of 97. Her ancestral home was in Sichuan.

Grandma's surname is He, and she married into the Li family at the age of 23. In those days, all women had to take their husbands' surnames. Therefore, grandma's name is Li Heshi.

A 24-year-old girl, then two women and two children. My father-in-law is old and my grandmother was 37 when she was born.

Grandma died at the age of 48 and lived in the countryside until she was 63. She followed her father-in-law to Kunming for 34 years.

I went to the hospital to see her that day. She was in a coma, but her face was bitter and her brow was furrowed. I know she is in pain at the moment. This has happened many times. Under the careful care of her parents-in-law, she survived several times from the line of life and death. This is a strong grandmother.

I hold her hand, feel the warmth of her palm, meditate on Buddhist scriptures for her, and pray for the blessing of Bodhisattva.

Perhaps, grandma miraculously recovered, just like last time.

She is a very kind old man. Grandma's hunchback is a bit serious and she is in good health. She can even grow black hair. When she walks, she will have small steps, stumble and tremble slightly. However, when she sees us, she always smiles. Almost everyone who met her was shocked to hear her age.

My hearing is not very good because I am old. Every time you talk to grandma, try to speak loudly and communicate in Sichuan dialect. Sometimes, grandma asks us questions and has to answer them loudly many times in a row before she can understand them.

Grandma has a good memory. Every time we eat, grandma always tells us all kinds of interesting things that happened in her village with a strong Sichuan accent. She is laughing and cheerful.

Grandma takes a flashlight and a small alarm clock everywhere. She will put the small alarm clock in her pocket and take it out at any time. When it gets dark, the flashlight will come in handy.

My in-laws are very filial to the elderly and want to take her out for a walk more often in her lifetime. Grandma went to Xishuangbanna with us. When taking the tour bus, some people thought grandma was over 80 years old. At that time, she was in good health.

Grandma is stubborn, as long as she has made up her mind, it is difficult to change, and most of her in-laws obey her wishes.

Grandma usually eats very little. During the day, she prefers to put rice in a small pot, add some water to make white rice porridge, or cut white steamed bread into pieces and fry it in a pot, which is fragrant and crisp.

In the evening, everyone gets together for dinner. Grandma likes to put some sweet potatoes in rice, and she likes to eat fat, because too thin meat is hard to chew. Grandma has worn false teeth for more than 30 years. Grandma also likes to drink sparkling wine, red wine and biscuits, saqima, dried fruits and other snacks. Her parents-in-law often buy her all kinds of cakes, and whenever we are at home, she will take out snacks for us to eat.

Grandma is considerate of others. Sometimes when we come back late from work, grandma will definitely leave us some food.

Grandma is a restless person, who likes to play with all kinds of things she has saved for decades, such as clothes, needle and thread, rags, cartons, and even leaves and leftovers. Most people in her family obey her wishes, and sometimes they can only throw them away secretly when she is not looking.

I can fully understand that grandma who has experienced a hard life is unwilling to give up waste because she is a person who has survived from the past. Grandma's hardships and struggles are unimaginable, but she never complained. Grandma is really strong. She believes that as long as people live well, there will be no obstacles.

Whenever I take my grandma out for dinner and prepare to leave, she will stand up and stare at us to clean up the food.

Save electricity and water; She must put away all the scraps of paper, cartons, old books and worn-out bags at home and never want to throw them away. Grandma likes to collect these in one place and then tie them with ropes, so that we can take them to the scrap yard and sell them. Grandma was so happy with the change she sold that she happily put it away and put it in cans and bags.

The food at home can't be eaten. In order to avoid waste, grandma will wash the food, cut it into small pieces to dry, or put it on for pickling.

Grandma also likes to make sweet potato powder and konjac. Put the sweet potato powder into a basin filled with water, soak for a while, stir well and pour it into a hot pot. Keep stirring, and the liquid will gradually become sticky.

Grandma is short, stand on tiptoe, vigorously waving a frying spoon to stir sweet potato powder, and sometimes we help together. After a while, the sweet potato powder coagulated into pieces, and grandma took it out and put it in a cold water basin for solidification. After that, she cut the sweet potato powder into small pieces, put it in a hot oil pan, add onion and garlic, stir-fry dried peppers, add some bean paste, and eat it in her mouth like jelly.

Grandma looked at us after sweeping the vegetables, and her face showed a gratified smile.

Grandma likes teasing Bao Xiao very much. She can watch the baby with a stroller.

Grandma is old and afraid of getting lost when she goes out. Mother-in-law also put a note with a phone number and address in her pocket, but grandma is very good. Sometimes she will sneak out of the vegetable market to buy food when her family is not paying attention, and she can find her home accurately every time.

Grandma has an amazing memory. Although she has never been to school, she seems to be naturally sensitive to numbers. According to her husband, before she went out to buy food, she had to carry a small electronic scale in her pocket to weigh a few ounces. After the vendor reported the price, grandma did the mental arithmetic directly, and the price made the vendor dumbfounded.

I remember a month ago, my grandmother successfully recited her mother-in-law's phone number, which surprised me.

Grandma will turn on the TV every time she is free. Grandma likes anti-Japanese dramas to fight against Japanese devils, and Four Great Classical Novels. Among them, the favorite is Journey to the West. Grandma knows the story like the back of her hand. Grandma will tell us a story when she sees a fragment.

In her spare time, grandma likes to sit on the sofa, sew clothes with needle and thread and hum Sichuan folk songs. The picture is quiet and warm, as if my ears are still ringing.

Grandma's pickled pickles are a must. The kitchen is full of brown jars, large and small, which contain all kinds of pickles: lotus white, carrots, white radishes and beans ... It tastes good and feels sweet.

She washed the vegetables and put them in the jar, then added a certain amount of water, sprinkled some condiments such as salt in it, then sealed the jar mouth with plastic, put an upside-down bowl on the jar mouth and poured some water, so as to ensure the sealing of pickles.

After pickling for a while, grandma estimated that it was almost enough, so she took out the pickles, cut them into pieces, put them in a sealed jar and put them in the refrigerator. Whenever we eat, grandma will take out pickles and enjoy them with us: "Xiaoyu, this is delicious." She smiled and said to me.

Grandma's favorite thing is to grow crops.

Grandma is almost obsessed with land. Every weekend, she goes to the fields to hoe, grow vegetables and dry crops. Every day, she breaks her hands and indexes the days. She often says to herself, "Today is Tuesday …" "Today is Wednesday, and we can go up the mountain in two days …" "Today is Friday, and we can go up the mountain later." Then my parents-in-law drove her grandmother to the mountain.

The air on the mountain is good, there are many trees and plenty of sunshine, which is good for grandma's health.

When grandma arrived in the field, she was full of energy at once. She is carrying a laundry basket and a hoe. At five o'clock in the morning, grandma got up at dawn and went to the fields to see her crops. Peas and corn in the field are growing well. Grandma patrols back and forth like a guard and throws unwanted leaves into the septic tank.

There are many fleshy squirrels running around on the mountain, which are very cute, and there are all kinds of birds that sing beautifully, but in grandma's view, they are all annoying thieves because they steal corn or other crops.

Grandma had an idea. She found some bamboo poles, wrapped them in plastic bags and inserted them into the ground. When the wind blows, the plastic bags creak, and those birds and squirrels are afraid to get close.

A henhouse was also built on the mountain. My in-laws bought some hens. Soon, the hen began to lay eggs. Grandma often observes in the henhouse. She saved the eggs and put them in a plastic box for us to take back to the baby. Every time I feed my baby eggs, I will tell him, "This is from the ancestors."

When the crops are harvested, it is grandma's happiest moment. Grandma picked up the laundry basket again and went to the field to pick it with her in-laws in the scorching sun. Her parents-in-law were worried that she was tired and wouldn't let her pick vegetables because it was too hard, but her stubborn grandmother never wanted to sit at home. Her hands and feet are still fast. After picking peas, she continued to peel them in the house.

She sat on the stool, absorbed. Her back is bent very low because of her hunchback. Her hands have been washed out by the years. Her nails are aging and a little black. She peeled peas intently, looked at pots of peas, and with a knowing smile on her face, she seemed to be very sweet. That kind of satisfaction is irreplaceable by any money or material.

Sometimes when she is tired, grandma sits on the steps in front of the house and basks in the sun. She quietly looks at the distant scenery and is often lost in thought. For an instant, it's like a beautiful picture. I'm curious too. What's grandma thinking?

Time, like a moment.

Last time I went up the mountain, my grandmother accidentally fell down because of pulling bamboo shoots. After being rushed to the hospital, she was too old to have an operation. The doctor said that she could only take medicine for observation, and her mother-in-law took care of her grandmother to eat, drink and dress. Unexpectedly, her illness became more and more serious. The doctor said that she was unable to save her life because of years of cerebral infarction, lung infection and heart failure. ...

Later, the first aid went to the ICU intensive care unit. After several rescues, the children whose grandmother was far away in Sichuan and the brothers and sisters of their grandchildren came, and the family surrounded her and talked to her gently.

I'll never forget that day, as if I had a hunch, because there's always a dream of a house falling down in my dreams recently. I took the Buddhist scriptures, put the Buddhist machine in front of my grandmother's bed, and gave her the Buddhist name.

She was lying flat on the bed, her face sallow, and the ventilator in her mouth kept her alive.

I read a classic of a pharmacist to my grandmother, and I felt that her look gradually eased. Halfway through the reading, her breathing stopped and there was a wailing sound around her.

Enduring grief, she went on reading the scripture. At this time, the doctor reported the time: 13:48, and grandma's heart stopped beating completely.

I watched my grandmother leave, leaving calmly, and my grandmother in front of me was no longer silent.

Grandma left peacefully, and I firmly believe that Buddha and Bodhisattva protected her departure.

A kind and strong grandmother will go to heaven and live happily in another world. No pain, no pain, no fear, only flowers everywhere, and grandma's favorite crops. Grandma will continue to bless us in heaven.

We won't let grandma down, we will live well and inherit her blessings.

Smoke was lit in front of the house on the mountain, and paper money was burning one by one. Looking at the house in front of us, grandma's shadow is in front of us.

As the sun sets, the green fields are silent, birds are singing one after another, and dusk gradually covers the fields.

A gust of wind blew and the scraps of paper swirled with the wind. Suddenly, several butterflies danced in the smoke and then disappeared in the afterglow of the sunset.

Smoke clouded my eyes, tears welled up in my eyes, and my vision blurred. I seem to have seen 1935. One day, in a quiet mountain village in Sichuan Province, China, a beautiful little girl was farming in the field. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked into the distance and hummed a beautiful Sichuan folk song. Her eyes are shining, which is the best hope for the future. ...