After grandpa left, grandma, who lived alone, did not agree with the third uncle to take her to live with the third uncle's house, saying that she would guard her grandfather's heat, afraid that it would be dispersed.

During the winter vacation of the first year of high school, I went back to the village with my fourth brother, who was a chef in Baotou, to accompany my grandmother for the New Year.

On the evening of the thirtieth day, my grandmother asked me and my fourth and fifth brothers to go and put incense in front of the pictures of my grandfather on the kang table in the outhouse.

The tributes were placed, the incense was offered, and the bows were made.

The fourth brother, who loves to smoke, lit a cigarette and stuck it upside down on the incense burner and said: Grandpa, there is no hookah, you can smoke a paper cigarette!

The cigarette suddenly flickered on and off, as if someone was inhaling and exhaling, and it was cut short.

Columns of smoke fluttered, and soot bent and fell.

The fourth brother said, "Grandpa is back!"

......

In 2003, SARS.

When I was in my third year of college, I received the news of the death of my 86-year-old grandmother the day before the Qingming Festival.

Grandma walked peacefully and left in her sleep.

That serenity has been preserved on her face before the burial and burial, until the coffin lid is closed, as if she is smiling and making a final farewell with the filial sons and grandchildren present.

The grandparents are the same age and are both horses. The handsome bird returns to the forest, and the horse is gone!

......

On the afternoon of the day I rushed back to Hohhot after attending my grandmother's funeral, I began the SARS school lockdown for nearly two months.

My connection with Sanyi Spring and Xiaoxitan is also like a long-lasting separation with that closure and isolation.

After graduating from my senior year and coming to work in Beijing, it has been 17 years, and I have never set foot on that beach or those mountains again.

As I grew older, the hateful and angry people and things in my childhood had already turned into a wind that blew away the clouds and gently dissipated.

And what is more and more warm and tearful is a strong nostalgia. It was a deep longing for my grandfather and grandmother, and a haunting dream of all the beauty and kindness of my hometown.

"Reconciling with the years at the end of time" is the wind, and what can't be dissolved is nostalgia is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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