I attended the funeral of Chen's blind son with my parents. www.biquge.info It was a crisp autumn day, there was not a single floating cloud in the blue sky, and the white unknown birds flapped their wings from one end of the woods to the other. The front and back of the house are covered with crawling weeds, and it is quite pleasing to be green at this time. Inside the house, the suona suddenly sounded harshly, and Chen Blind entered the coffin.

I looked up at the sky in a daze, and my heart suddenly emptied, as if something very important had been lost.

I have never been so keenly aware of how high and far the autumn sky is at that moment.

No one cried bitterly.

Chen Blind was carried to the ground in front of the house and buried quietly and silently, accompanied by the sound of suona, drums, and gongs.

He has been lonely all his life, but he didn't expect that when he died of old age, he would still be so lonely.

Even though he has nominal relatives, he still celebrates various important festivals with them every year. But in a sense, he was still alone - he came into the world alone, lived most of his life alone, and then died alone.

The pit where the blind man rests has been dug up, and the only one who wears linen and filial piety is our family of three. With the noisy and noisy sound of gongs, drums and suona, Chen Blind was carried to his final destination by several middle-aged men in the village. Next to him is his long-dead mad mother.

Chen Blind rarely mentioned his mother to me.

Only once, when he drank too much, told my grandfather that his mother loved him very much.

When Chen was blind, he followed his master to learn divination and fortune-telling, and was often away from home. At that time, the family was very poor and often hungry. Once, when he came home, his mother happily gave him a hot steamed bun to eat. At that time, everyone who was poor ate corn paste and stewed wild vegetables. Only during the Chinese New Year can you eat steamed buns and white rice. This made Chen Blind very happy. He didn't care about tasting it, and swallowed the steamed bun in three or five bites. Who knew that at night, the stomach hurt and died.

It turned out that the steamed buns had been broken for too long.

This little thing casually raised by the blind man made my grandfather's heart uncomfortable, and then he told a lot about my grandmother's past. With such a hook, the two of them talked about sex gradually, frequently raised their glasses, and in the end, they were drunk in the moonlight.

I walked to the side door of Chen's blind man's house due west, and looked at the reckless woods and grassy yellow mud fields not far from the door, and for a moment I didn't know where I was. How many days and months, Chen Blind has spent day after day by himself like this!

If he could see, he would be familiar with every plant and tree around him. It's a pity that he hasn't been able to see the place where he has spent his life in his life.

I sat on the pebbles under the wooden tree that towered like a small pagoda, smelling the refreshing scent of the wooden flowers, and remembering a small thing from a long time ago.

Years later, when I recalled this scene, I couldn't help but curl the corners of my mouth: Oh, dear, that's not a trivial matter......

When I first entered primary school, Chen was still in the prime of life. Although his face is indispensable to the vicissitudes of life honed by many years, his body is strong, and when he walks the familiar road with a broken wooden stick, he can almost talk about walking like flying.

When the seedlings are planted, I hope they grow day by day, and I go home from school every day to water them. It's become a daily routine for me. In the middle of another summer, I was afraid that the delicate grape seedlings would be damaged by the sun, so I broke off the leafy branches and built a small pergola for it.

But the world is unpredictable.

The vines didn't live to climb the vines.

Even though I've chopped down several beautiful little bamboos for Grandpa Yang, I'm ready to give it a nice new home.

When the grape seedlings died, they had already stretched out thin vines, and there were small tendrils on the top of the vines, which looked like the natural curved sideburns of a little girl, which were very weak and cute.

I imagined my vine growing day by day, how it would grow thicker and bigger, how it would stretch its vines around, and how it would produce beautiful little flowers and clusters of sparkling fruits. When the grape trellis was lush and fruitful, I hid in the shadow of the grapes and listened to the annual whispers of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl. If possible, you can also pick a few plump and juicy grapes and bathe in the cool moonlight while listening and eating.

But in fact, before I could finish fantasizing, all the beautiful things suddenly left me.

In the cruel life, many things will happen unexpectedly. Often, the more you value something, the more you lose it. So you have to learn to live carelessly, only in this way, everything you love and cherish can stay with you.

Unfortunately, very few people understand this.

When I was very young, I was one of those ignorant people.

Just when all my mind was on the growing grape seedling, it suddenly died. The wilting leaves and the shriveled cane tell me the fact that it will not live long – my lovely seedlings, my future leafy and fruitful trellises.

It died in my coddling.

As I mentioned earlier, I was afraid that it would be damaged by the sun, so I built a small pergola for it with leafy branches. When the leaves of the pergola have dried and wilted, I will build a new and vibrant pergola for it.

The little pergola protects my grape seedlings very well. In the heat of those days, my seedlings were unscathed – they were still thin and yellow, but they were full of life.

The bad is in my excessive worry.

The grape seedlings have their own shady and comfortable cottage. But I'm afraid it'll be unhappy because of the lack of light. So, when I later weaved the roof of the pergola, I thinned out the branches that had been tightly arranged, so that a small amount of scorching summer sunlight could pass through the pergola and sprinkle on my beloved grape seedlings. In this way, my grapes can grow faster and better.

But what I didn't expect was that within a few days, a few of the young green leaves that had just been born showed a sickly yellow. What worries me even more is that the yellow day by day erodes the newly grown grape leaves, and gradually spreads to the green vines.

I was in a hurry and couldn't eat, so I hurriedly ran to find my grandfather.

Grandpa looked at it and said that it was because there was too little sunlight, and suggested that I remove the small pergola so that the grape seedlings could be directly exposed to the sun.

I will be skeptical. But for the sake of the health of his beloved grape seedlings, he can only trust his grandfather's years of farming experience and give it a try.

Unexpectedly, four or five days after removing the small pergola, the yellow on the grape leaves gradually faded, and the original green leaves became green.

This made me, who was originally sad, clap my hands happily.