The combination of parents, grandfather played an important role. My grandfather doesn't have much culture, but he respects scholars very much, and his father is poor and is criticized for his identity. With only a "college student" signboard, he was approved by his grandfather and tried his best to promote his parents' marriage.

Fleeing, lonely and helpless, not only survive, but also start a family. For his father at that time, it can only be said to be a blessing. My father has talked about his grandfather's protection many times, and he is grateful from the bottom of his heart, and he has always respected and loved his grandfather and grandmother.

My grandfather himself had no education, he had never gone to school for a day, and he had been a farmer from a landlord's family for several generations; in the era when the class element was most stressed, such a background was from a young age, the most revolutionary, the most trustworthy, and he was a grassroots cadre of the party soon after liberation.

I remember that my mother once said that his superiors once wanted him to be the secretary of the commune, but he said that he could not read a basket of big characters, so he resolutely did not go. Such an identity, such qualifications, of course, can provide a certain amount of shelter to my father, and my father has been looking for such shelter.

When my parents got married, my grandfather worked as a secretary in the supply and marketing cooperatives of the Qingshu Brigade under my father's delegation, and I remember that it was probably when I was five or six years old that I was transferred to the commune canteen as a secretary, and I worked in this position until I retired.

My grandfather met my father when he was a secretary in a supply and marketing cooperative. The only college student, who is tall and big, has just been accepted by the production team, and it is a sensation, and there are very few people who have read books in the mountains, let alone college students.

For a while, the mountain people called their father "college student", and many people may not know his father's name, but when it comes to "college student", everyone knows it. At that time, many of the female intellectuals who cut the queue were particularly willing to approach their fathers, and because of the need for shelter, the fathers finally chose to be with their mothers.

My parents, like the young people of that era, did new things, had no banquets or banquets, and got married with quotations from great men. All the belongings were a quilt and a box of books, which my father brought back from school, and the books followed my father like a baby.

When I was unemployed at home after graduating from high school, I went up to the attic and carefully read these books, all of which were college textbooks, some of them were in lead letters, some were imprinted, and the writing was neat and well-preserved, and they contained my father's campus memories that I couldn't let go.

In the era of planned economy, commodities were supplied by tickets, and with the birth of our four sisters, the indicators for purchasing daily necessities were not enough, and my grandfather's family cut down on food and clothing, saving a lot of food stamps, meat stamps, and cloth stamps, all of which were given to my parents.

With the help of my grandfather's family, the four of us sisters have never lacked clothes to wear or go hungry. Unlike my father, who was naked until I was eight or nine years old, and unlike my father, who grew up eating porridge "bran cake".

In my memory, it has always been white rice, and I often eat some meat, and I still have a picky eater, I can't see a little fat, and I will vomit when I have a little stomach, in that era of general lack of clothes and clothing, I feel a little incredible when I think about it now.

It can only be said that my parents are too hardworking, too good at living, and raised us to be fat and fat, before I had that strange disease, under normal circumstances, I was a cut above my peers, and I had the reputation of "Fat Commander".

My grandfather values reading, but a few children are not reading material, two uncles graduated from junior high school, and two aunts may only have a primary school education. After graduating from junior high school, my uncle worked as a teacher in the village for several years, and in the mid-to-late eighties, he worked as the village party secretary for several years, and later went to work at the hydropower station in the township.

After graduating from junior high school, my uncle studied carpentry for a few years, during which he often started some small businesses, such as selling popsicles. I still remember the scene of my uncle selling popsicles, riding a bicycle and carrying a wooden box, and going to the countryside to sell them.

In the middle of summer, popsicles melt easily, and the inside of the wooden box should be insulated from the heat with thick cotton wool. Every time the lid of the box is lifted, a cool mist rises, and you can already feel the coolness before you eat the popsicle.

Popsicles are a unique "cool" memory brought about by the reform and opening up, and every summer, people in the countryside often ride bicycles and carry wooden boxes to sell. At that time, popsicles were real popsicles, wrapped in a layer of tissue paper, and a wooden stick wore an ice cube, which was a popsicle, with five cents wrapped in mung beans at one end, and two or three cents for nothing.

When I was about seven or eight years old, my grandfather went to work as a secretary in the commune canteen, and the commune canteen was able to make popsicles, and every time I went to the commune canteen, my grandfather would take my sisters to the ice to get popsicles to eat, and my mouth was full of delicious food.

My grandfather has always been generous to us, and the Qingshu Supply and Marketing Cooperative, where he used to work, was the only way for us to go to my grandmother's house, and whenever we passed by, he would always take a few pieces of candy from the counter for us to take on the road to eat.

In the late 80s, when my grandfather retired, my uncle replaced my grandfather to work in the supply and marketing cooperative. Taking over from his parents was quite common in those days, so my brother-in-law had a regular job.

My grandfather was a big smoker, he talked about a cigarette gun all the year round, or carried a cigarette bottle in his hand, and after retiring, his children advised him to quit smoking, and he really quit, but it didn't take long for him to die without a problem.

When he died, I was in the army, and my uncle didn't tell me that it would affect my work, but when I went home to visit my family, I learned the news, and I was sad for a while, and I knelt down in front of my grandfather's portrait and cried for a long time.

When my grandfather was alive, I could eat candy and popsicles at his place. When I lived at my grandfather's house for a long time, he always stood at the door every time I had dinner, shouting my name loudly and calling me back for dinner, with a high-pitched and long voice, as if he could travel through time and space, and still echo in my ears from time to time.

My grandmother was the same age as my grandfather, and when I was four or five years old, I went to my grandfather's house as a child daughter-in-law. Grandma was very brave when she was young, and the tiger took the calf away, and she dared to chase the tiger and snatch the calf back.

In 2012, my grandmother also passed away. When I died, I specially asked for leave, rushed from the unit to my grandmother's house, and saw her for the last time, in fact, my grandmother's body had been aging and sick a few years earlier, and she had suffered all her life, and she had fought against the disease for many years, and she was peaceful when she left.

I once heard an interesting story from my aunt, once my elderly grandmother went to my aunt's house alone in a car and insisted that she saw me in the car. It sounded strange to me, because at that time I had not yet changed jobs, I was serving in the army, and the time was completely wrong.

My grandmother also insisted that I gave her a seat, which is even more strange, since I gave her a seat, how could I not call her and not send her to my aunt's house. And when my grandmother talked about it, she didn't blame it at all, but there was a sense of relief and joy, as if the me she saw gave her a lot of company along the way.

A year before my grandmother died, my grandmother fell ill once, and I drove to take my grandmother to the county hospital. I carried my grandmother into the ward, and she was almost 90 years old, and she was quite thin and light.

My grandmother was quite peaceful lying on the hospital bed, without the pain of illness, without worldly joy, anger, anger, and resentment, which made me extremely calm in the depths of my heart. I can't remember when it started, but every time I visited my grandmother's house, I felt this way when I saw it.

Grandma didn't have much savings, and there were no earth-shattering stories. Like other rural women, they worked hard to raise their children, especially for nearly 20 years after their grandfather's death, they lived alone in the countryside, washing and cooking by themselves, cutting firewood and giving land, and did not tell their children any difficulties.

Halfway through the brother-in-law once took her to live beside her, in order to facilitate the care, between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, it is inevitable that there are eyes and broken words, grandma has never heard of it, she did not say that anyone is not, just said that she is not used to it, and returned to the rural home alone.

The practice of human affection is sophisticated, the wind and rain and the years pile up countless wrinkles in the corners of the grandmother's eyes, which are piled up with endless vicissitudes of life, but also piled up with endless peace, perhaps this is the Buddha nature, every long-lived old man, may be called "Buddha", called "living Bodhisattva".