It's been a few days, and it's boring.

Although he has books as his companion, his heart is not in his cavity, so he is also faint when he reads.

Sleep as much as you want, and dream often.

At noon, I woke up in a dream, and this is not the first time I have experienced such a situation.

The dream hurt my heart, and I woke up and was sad. Before the bath, I wrote it down at the table:

In my dreams, it has a lot to do with my family background......

The characters in the dream include grandmothers, grandmothers' aunts, maternal great-grandmothers, great-grandfathers, and people related to great-grandfathers......

It's been fifteen years since my grandmother passed away. However, the image and dress of the grandmother are still as clear as yesterday:

The usual dress of the elderly is: placket shirt (I don't know if it is the clothing of the former Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China), big crotch pants, leggings, and foot wraps...... What about the image? Full of white hair, simple elbow crutches, the green tendons on the hands are clearly prominent, a pair of wrapped small feet, looking trembling, and the waist is a little bent......

Dressed like my grandmother, there were many people in the village when I was a child: the eldest aunt (the uncle of the eldest father of the same clan), the tenth woman (the nephew of the grandfather who ranked tenth in the same clan) and others. Now, that generation has withered completely, and the old man dressed as a grandmother can no longer be seen in the countryside.

To be alive and to be numb, everything in life seems to have become a vestige in my mind, and if there is no great touch, it will never be able to raise a little dust.

In the past fifteen years, I have occasionally dreamed of my grandmother, and when I see the old man, it is this familiar attire. Sometimes in dreams, there are scenes, that is, the old house where the old man lived.

Everything about my grandmother is completely fixed in my memory, and it is a habit for me to dream of such outfits, and I am not surprised by them, nor do I think of them.

In this dream, I saw several old women who looked like grandmothers and were dressed in the same way:

Shirts, crotch pants, leggings, foot wraps, and canes......

In the dream, how I met these elders, there seemed to be no cause and effect, everything was very vague, I tried my best to think about it, but I still couldn't sort it out.

It seems that the theme of the dream is to find ......

I remember that when my grandmother was alive, the only closest relative in my family was my aunt, that is, my grandmother's sister. My aunt married far away in the mountains, and she rarely moved around with us, which was my grandmother's lifelong longing. I knew everything before I saw my aunt twice, and both times I saw him before the age of five. For my aunt, except that the old man's eyes are not very good, I have no other impression.

But there is an uncle, and we all move around during the New Year's holidays and important events. Because I feel estranged and not so close, I always feel that this relationship is a little incomprehensible. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't know what the real relationship between my family and this uncle was, and what was the reason for this incompatibility. Later, I learned that this uncle's house was indeed my grandmother's maiden family, and this uncle was my grandmother's cousin, and it was indeed separated by such a small layer.

When I was a child, my grandmother talked about my father and mother, and I was young and ignorant, and I exclaimed, saying:

"My mother-in-law (grandmother is called in my hometown) also has a father and a mother?"

At that time, I thought that it was really strange how such an old grandmother could have a father and a mother!

My grandmother stroked my head and said:

"Who doesn't have a father or mother?"

There are three siblings of the grandmother, the grandmother is the longest, the aunt is the second, and the grandmother's brother is the youngest. My grandmother's parents died young, and the family gradually declined after the accident. My grandmother's younger brother was sold by his uncle and left missing, so he never saw each other.

It is said that my grandmother's maiden family was also wealthy. My grandmother's father had three brothers, and he was the squire of the land. My grandmother's father was the eldest brother and died young. My grandmother's two uncles lost their family business and sold their brother's son to survive.

The aforementioned uncle is the son of his grandmother's uncle and his grandmother's cousin. My uncle's mother was my grandmother's aunt and my maternal great-grandmother. When I was a child, I followed my father to my uncle's house and dragged my grandmother to my uncle's house in a rack car, and my maternal great-grandmother was still alive, so I saw the old man many times. To this day, I can still draw in my mind the appearance of my great-grandmother, and as for the image and dress of the old man, it is about the same as my grandmother.

There are many people who have a dream and the above, and they are not redundant, and they explain the characters.

What I was looking for in my dream was my grandmother's aunt, my maternal great-grandmother.

Why should you look for an elderly home?

What are you looking for to do with the elderly?

Because the cause and effect of the dream are very vague, I don't know very well......

In my dream, I passed on a dirt road in the countryside. During the journey, you will occasionally see quaint buildings, but this building is not all in the countryside: neat and fresh, and the elegance of many temples.

Walking through dreams, I saw so much. However, these things I saw in my dream were very light traces, and I didn't need to go through the wind and rain, and when I opened my eyes, I would be like smoke and clouds. Everything is still as blurry as before, leaving behind dirt roads and old trees......

Suddenly, I walked into a village and got lost. At this time, there were several old women, walking in the village.

I stopped, and I didn't know where I was going, and I wandered again. When one of the old men saw me like this, he stopped and asked me:

"Aren't you the son of so-and-so?"

The old women I saw in the dream were dressed as before: big plackets, big crotch, leggings, bound feet, walking with sticks, trembling......

I replied:

"yes. How do you know? ”

"Looks like ......"

The old woman laughed.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I ...... Hmmm......"

I snorted a few times, as if to reply, I was looking for my maternal great-grandmother Yunyun.

The old woman pointed to her finger and said:

"You go to that house and ask, they have a relationship with your family......"

When the old woman finished speaking, she walked away tremblingly on crutches. It seemed like they were going after the grandmothers I had met earlier, but I can't remember the details.

I followed the old man's instructions and walked forward to a deep house compound. Put a rack car in front of this house (the human transport vehicle of our township). A woman came out of the same old woman as old as before, dressed the same as before: big placket, big crotch, leggings, bound feet, trembling...... The old woman was as silver as snow, and her eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly...... It's probably because people are getting old and their eyesight is declining. for the woman was uplifting, and not with the staff.

The woman was talking to me, and I can't remember how much. I seemed to say to her:

"I am the great-grandson of so-and-so (my great-grandfather's name)......"

The woman said:

"I am the grandson of He Moumou, and ××× is a ...... designed by my ancestors"

As for what is designed, it is very vague, and it seems to be related to the "moral monument" of my great-grandfather who stands at the entrance of our village. I don't remember exactly......

That woman should be a descendant of her great ancestor. I thought.

The woman was about forty years old, and she was the image of a lady who was very well-cultivated and well-mannered.

Between the words, the woman seemed to have two points of approval for my situation, and the words continued the fire of the book...... I don't remember exactly.

As she spoke, the woman and the old woman, and I came to the door. The woman helped the old woman to the high wall and the big iron gate on the edge of the house, and said to me:

"When my mother comes home, she will weep everywhere, this is the cemetery of my maternal grandparents."

The old woman stood against the wall and wept aloud:

"Hey...... Mother...... Poor Mom, hey...... Mother...... Sad mom ......"

I am very confused, why do I cry only to my mother and not to my father? This or the death of the woman's mother, I will release myself.

The old woman wept bitterly.

The tone of this crying is the habit used by our country women to cry and mourn.

I often say: I am afraid of seeing women's tears.

When I heard the old woman's cry today, my heart was sad.

When the old woman was crying, I turned sideways and looked at the cemetery, which was full of steles: first saw its magnificence and majesty, and then saw its exquisite carving, and sighed in my heart:

"It's everyone's weather!"

The old woman cried, and the woman and I helped the old man to sit on the cart.

The woman said,

"You cry all the time, every time you come home, it's the same ......"

The old woman said:

"Now that I'm old and no one listens to me, what can I do, I can only tell my father and mother......"

Before he could speak, tears came down again.

When I heard these words and saw this situation, my heart was filled with great sorrow, and I mourned and woke up......

Foolish people, foolish dreams, foolish words.