To be honest, I don't remember calling out to my grandmother, she left us when I was very young, when my memory was not clear, and all I remember is a funeral in the snow.

It was supposed to be the sixth grade of primary school, and the winter vacation had not yet arrived, so I endured the cold every day, got up to go to school, and wrapped my cotton clothes and pants tightly. Looking back now, I can't remember my grandmother's appearance at all, and I don't know if she hugged me, she just left quietly, and I have no memory of her illness and her departure.

I only know that in order to treat her, the family owes no debt, and then my mother was forced to go out to work, that time seemed to be very bitter, I shouldn't blame her, she is also so innocent, a woman of the old era, fulfilling the profession of a wife, a mother, and an elder.

I heard my mother say that my grandmother seems to be the daughter of a big family, with three inches of small feet, almost never doing farm work, and even cooking is not good, but he gave birth to four sons and a daughter to my father, and for women in the old society, she is something to be proud of.

I have always said that she is from the old society, and suddenly I thought that she liked my brother very much, because my father was her youngest son and the most beloved son, and in ancient times my brother should be regarded as a grandson (of course, not the eldest son), and I will not talk about it. There is nothing to say about her relationship with her brother, and it is said that my brother was chubby and lovable when he was born, and when he grew up, he only kissed his grandmother, unlike me who was born thin and thin, plus the family conditions were not good, and there was not so much nutrition.

To say that people in the early years were ignorant, grandma doesn't know whether it counts, she thinks she is a lady, so she has never quarreled with others, of course, she has not been able to quarrel with those long-tongued women in the countryside, her husband, that is, my grandfather sometimes makes her angry, she doesn't cook like a child, but also really cute, grandpa is a gentleman, he will never beat grandma, or disdain to embarrass women.

My grandmother was lucky in a way, she married my grandfather, and although my grandfather left before her, she earned enough money to build a house for each of her children.

Her life should have been wiped out at the moment her husband died, but she still has sons, daughters, grandchildren, granddaughters, grandchildren, granddaughters, and she has a large family, she is the elderly, the support and maintenance of a big family, I don't know how she came through those years.

I heard my mother say that she is very thrifty, and every time she has not taken medicine, she has to wrap it in a half-old handkerchief, put it away, and reluctantly throw it away.

Her youngest son, that is, my father, and his feelings should be the deepest, it is really helpless to say, my father is forty, fifty or sixty people, and when he is not an outsider or my mother mentions grandma, he will cry into tears, probably grandma protected him too well, or he has experienced too much suffering in those years.

There was a time when there was a portrait of my grandmother at home, and my father would have nightmares, shouting and screaming every night, showing his teeth and claws, and finally had to put the portrait in the second uncle's house for offering, and I rarely saw it again, so that the portraits of the two old men were hidden at the bottom of the box, and even the last impression was slowly blurred.

I don't know if my brother still remembers the grandmother who loved him, but my memory is too limited, the body of a woman in the old times, from ignorance to ignorance, the transformation of a girl, a woman, a mother, a grandmother, she should be great.

I don't know what happens to people when they die, only that there are still people who remember her. Grandmother!