Sneezing, sneezing, the damned seasonal rhinitis has flared up again, and on weekend mornings, stretching and lowering my eyes, refusing to open my eyes, I just sat with my eyes closed and leaning against the head of the bed.

In my ears came the voice of my grandmother singing hymns in a low voice: "Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah~Leah~......"

Anne laughed out loud as she listened to the lyrics of her grandmother's whispered voice, and Anne thought to herself, what kind of foolish hat wrote the lyrics of a hymn? The whole song is just four words: Hallelujah ~ This is a song written by a guy who is poor in words? Can't you learn from Lin Xi and Fang Wenshan? Yes! What a messy word!

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah......" The whole house is filled with grandma's crooked voice hymns, but Anne likes to listen to this voice, not the hymn "Hallelujah", but the days when grandma is at home.

Mom said that Mom worked hard to give Anne a better life, and on weekdays, Anne bought books, ordered magazines, bought CDs, and learned vocal music and violin. It really didn't cost my mother's money, although these things have nothing to do with school homework, but my mother is still very supportive of Anne, generally as long as Anne makes any proposals, reasonable mothers will agree, summer and winter vacations, Anne is not traveling or in various summer camps or winter camps organized by schools, so ah, Mom has to work hard and work hard, although Anne often feels lonely, and has no one to take care of at home, the ice pot is cold, and there are some small complaints, but deep down, Anne still understands her mother very well, Anne is my mother's only child, how can my mother not love Anne, it's just that my mother is too busy.

But it doesn't matter, grandma is here, and with grandma's company, Anne is no longer lonely.

Grandma gave birth to her mother at the age of 20, and her mother gave birth to Anne with her father very young, so when Anne was already a tall man in her sixteens, Grandma was still very young, only in her early fifties.

When it comes to grandma, Anne will always feel very distressed when she grows up, grandma is a woman with a very bitter life, and in Anne's eyes, grandma is a tragic woman with the background of the big era.

Grandma was born as a posthumous child, born in December 1942, that is, around the coldest winter solstice of the year, the ancestral home is unknown, grandpa, grandma died of illness when grandma was not born, the in-laws really can't stay, pregnant grandma with a boy who is only about four years old (that is, grandma and grandpa grandpa's eldest brother), still pregnant with a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, all the way to the Central Plains, and encountered a hundred years of famine in 1942, Here is a brief story of this history for the younger friends (from the spring of 1942, there were hailstorms, strong winds and black frost in various parts of the Central Plains, and then there was a great drought and locust plague everywhere. When starvation was rampant, the Nationalist government still requisitioned military rations and blocked news, and the food of the victims was looted, which eventually led to this tragic death.

There were elements of natural disasters in this disaster, but the main reasons were related to the military-government contradictions, official corruption, and poor communication in the Kuomintang bureaucracy at that time. From the sluggishness and disorder of the response to the Great Famine, we can see that the National Government is about to face the fate of decline. In the end, the famine caused 5 million deaths, and about this period of history, Mr. Liu Zhenyun, a famous writer who graduated from the Department of Chinese at Yenching University, once wrote a novel "Wen Gu 1942", which was later filmed by director Mr. Feng Xiaogang into a movie "1942".

Friends who have watched "1942" should have an impression of the movie.

Anne watched this movie late one night many years later, and there was a deep heartache in her heart.

What a tragic era it was, my grandmother, just two days after the winter solstice in 1942, in a cold winter wrapped in wind and snow, a pair of dragons and phoenixes were born in a haystack without a house of tiles.

Really, now that I write it, Anne feels shocked, this kind of catastrophe of life, I think only women who have become mothers can understand one or two, grandma was born in a pile of haystacks in the cold winter of the Central Plains, no clothes, no food, not to mention medical and health conditions.

I'm sorry, but Anne is still heartbroken at this point today. Anne can't write anymore, so let's listen to Anne's story about that year another day...... Thank you to the friends in the reading, and I wish all good people a safe life!