When I picked up the pen, I didn't know what to say, and a lot of pain weighed on my heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I endured and endured, I was afraid that my mother would worry about me, I didn't dare to go back during the New Year, I knew that my grandmother was sick, and I didn't dare to go back, every festival was my Good Friday, and I didn't want to add a little worry and sadness to my elderly parents, I would rather be alone in a foreign land to hurt and self-governing, to bear life alone, and to bear it silently.

The worry about grandma is pressed in my heart every day, and I dare to call back to inquire after adjusting my emotions, how many times I hope that they will take my grandma to the hospital for treatment, ten or eight children disagree, they think that grandma has reached the time when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is out, Leng is spending so many days suffering, I have no right to claim, in that backward village, they have their understanding. Yesterday, because I mentioned the matter of going to the hospital again, I was complained by my fifth uncle, but my dear grandmother, how can I bear to suffer like this? If I can do something for you, I am willing!

I actually know that we may suffer more when we go to the hospital, but I am so unwilling, maybe going to the hospital for treatment can save my grandmother's life? But don't be sad, among so many grandchildren, you are the best one for grandma, you are interesting enough. ”

I remembered that the next time I went back, I wouldn't be able to see my grandmother again, and the pain in my heart spread. For many years, I have been accustomed to the first thing I do when I go home to visit my grandmother, sit on my grandmother's hot kang, listen to my grandmother's stories from the past, and watch my grandmother slowly grow old from young to old: black hair turns white, wrinkled face, faltering, and delirious. In 2012, I went home during the Spring Festival and lived with my grandmother for a few days, helping her dress and fold quilts, cooking life, cooking, cleaning the room, grandma sat quietly on the big kang, and kept saying: "Don't do it, come and sit for a while, talk to grandma." "The eighty-year-old grandmother's teeth have not fallen out, but every tooth has been ground to the root of the tooth, like a fine pearl.

I put the snacks I bought in her cabinet, put them all the same, and put them within her reach, and my mother said that she would come from time to time to help my grandmother take them out and put them next to her, otherwise my grandmother would not remember to eat them, and my grandmother's memory was already very bad.

Every time I went back, I put some money to my grandmother, and they said that I gave it to my grandmother, and my grandmother didn't spend it to cheat her unsuccessful son. Mom and I agreed: I gave it to my grandmother to dispose of herself, and she gave her son as long as grandma was happy, wasn't it?

I just wanted to discuss with my mother that I want to go back, but my mother disagreed, saying that the child was about to start school and no one took care of me, I actually knew that my mother didn't want me to work hard all the way, and I didn't want me to be too sad.

I'm also worried about my body, my heart has just recovered, no longer premature angina, so far back and forth and exhausted, I may not be able to bear it, so I have to worry and be sad day by day, praying that grandma will be relieved and get out of the sea of suffering one day soon!

Amitabha!