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The cemetery with the same appearance was neatly and orderly, densely arranged, Miao Miao couldn't remember how many times she had been here, and she helped her unresponsive and dumb mother to her grandfather's cemetery.

Walking less than 1 kilometer from the cemetery gate, my mother's forehead was already oozing fine sweat.

Miao Miao took out a folded plastic bag from her pocket, chose a step next to the cemetery, laid out the plastic bag, helped her mother sit on the plastic bag, and then took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from her mother's forehead.

Grandpa's small cemetery with a length and width of 1.2 meters, the plates, dishes and chopsticks on the marble tabletop, etc., are still the traces left by the family coming to give Grandpa winter clothes during the Cold Food Festival last year.

Miao Miao took the rag and began to clean the debris on the countertop, muttering while cleaning: "Grandpa, Dad is digging saplings with farm workers in the orchard, my mother and I came to see you on behalf of a family of three, don't be angry." ”

After sweeping the countertop, he began to sweep the dead branches and leaves on the ground in front of the cemetery with a small broom, poured the dead branches and debris into the bucket, and took out three towels from behind the row of plastic flowers on the tombstone countertop, he was ready to take out the garbage and carry some water to wipe the tombstone.

But she didn't worry about her mother sitting on the ground alone, Miao Miao bent over and leaned in front of her mother, and said, "Mom, my son goes to fetch some water, and you can sit and rest." ”

Mom nodded mechanically with an expressionless face, and Miao Miao said to the black bean crawling in front of her mother's feet: "Black Bean, stay here with your mother, don't run around." ”

Black Bean lazily raised his head and looked at Miao Miao, then lowered his head, put his little head on his mother's shoes, and waited for his master at all times.

Miao Miao walked towards the side of the road with a bucket, looking at her mother uncomfortably as she walked, only to see her mother squinting her eyes and looking at her grandfather's tombstone in a daze.

After Miao Miao took out the garbage, she went to the tap water faucet next to her to wash the bucket, wash the rags, and then walked back with a bucket full of water.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Miao Miao's nose was sour, her eyes were moist, and she saw her mother standing in front of her grandfather's cemetery, plucking a piece of yellow pine needles from the pine tree next to the cemetery with her hands.

Miao Miao slowed her steps, slowly walked behind her mother, and looked at the two pine and cypress trees that had grown up to 2 meters tall next to her grandfather's tombstone.

The vigorous branches of the pines and cypresses have covered the small area on both sides of the tombstone, and the black-and-white photo of the grandfather posted on the tombstone, the charitable grandfather is looking at the front with his eyes level, kind and seren.

These two pines and cypresses were planted by my parents themselves on the Qingming Festival of the year after my grandfather's death.

Miao Miao still remembers that when her father bought the two pines and cypresses back in the market, they were only up to her knees.

That year, in order to ensure the survival rate of these two pines and cypresses, my mother drove a car with Miao Miao, and in that hot and rainy summer, she came to the cemetery two or three times to water the pines and cypresses and wipe the tombstone of my grandfather.

It may be the result of my mother's careful watering, and the pines and cypresses on both sides of other people's cemeteries around are not as vigorous and dense as these two trees next to my grandfather's cemetery, and they have been more than 2 meters tall for almost ten years.

Miao Miao raised his head and stared at the clear blue and vast sky, a few white clouds floating, he turned his head to look at his mother who was focused on pulling out the yellow pine needles, clumsy and focused demeanor, the excitement in his heart made the corners of the young man's eyes gradually moisten.

Mom actually began to care about the surrounding environment, she no longer cooled down her frozen heart, and was able to take the initiative to stand up and take care of the two pines and cypresses next to her grandfather's cemetery, which is a good phenomenon.

Looking at his mother's rickety back, the wetness in his eyes slowly pooled into droplets of water and slipped from the corners of his eyes, the men's Adam's apple squirmed up and down, and the big tears of beans slid down his handsome face and dripped down the roots of his ears on the marble table of the cemetery.

Men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place, some people say that growing up is the process of muting your crying, Miao Miao very much agrees with this statement.

Miao Miao remembers when she was a child, she woke up one night, and her pillow was wet with saliva, and when she grew up, I don't know when it started, the saliva turned into tears, and she was often awakened by the scene of her mother cutting her wrists and committing suicide in a dream.

Miao Miao didn't want to grow up quickly, but she had to accept this cruel reality, this is the process of growing up.

When his mother got sick, after experiencing some things, Miao Miao suddenly felt that he had grown up, he took the initiative to take on some things in the family, he was no longer as willful as before, and acting spontaneously had become his past.

The river of time is really powerful, and can grind an angular stone into a smooth pebble.

Miao Miao, who was once unruly and unassuming, was consciously forced by her parents to go to the orchard to do farm work and experience the difficulties of life.

But when her mother's spirit completely collapsed and collapsed, Miao Miao found that she had taken on responsibility and responsibility overnight, and at first her parents deliberately tempered him, but I don't know when it became his active acceptance.

Miao Miao knew that pretending to be strong was not growth, and holding back sadness was really strong, so he twitched his nose twice, forcing himself to return his tears, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his palms to make himself strong.

Mom was still stiff and slowly tending to the yellow pine needles, and Miao Miao began to wipe the tombstone and marble countertop of her grandfather's cemetery with a rag.

After a while, the cemetery was cleaned by Miao Miao, Miao Miao knelt on her knees, and placed fruits, oranges, bananas, a bowl of dumplings, a few twist flowers, and a bottle of Coke in front of the tombstone.

These are grandpa's favorite foods before his death, and the family pays tribute to his grandfather every year and never brings alcohol, because grandpa hated drinking the most during his lifetime, and he was a literati who didn't drink a drop of wine.

Miao Miao saw that the sacrifices had been arranged, but her mother was still taking care of the pine trees, so she stood up, walked behind her mother, and took a look.

Mom had already dragged the yellow from the pine tree to the south, and she was now clutching a cobweb.

Miao Miao stretched out her hand and gently pulled her mother's body, her mother looked at him expressionlessly, looking at the dust on her mother's hands, Miao Miao took out a few napkins from her pocket, ready to wipe the dust on her mother's hands.

When he saw the pads of his mother's fingers, tears rained down in an instant, and his mother's soft fingertips had been pricked with pine needles and gushed with blood.

Miao Miao wiped off the ash on it with her fingers, took her mother's bleeding fingertips in her mouth, sucked it clean, and spit out the dirt.

Just as Miao Miao lowered her head and spit out the dirt in her mouth, her mother reached out her other hand and touched Miao Miao's cheek clumsily.

Mother's hands were not as cold as temperature, but at this moment, Miao Miao felt extremely warm in her heart.

Just like many years ago, when a child was sad and helpless, his mother touched his cheek with a warm hand to encourage himself and enlighten himself.

Miao Miao said to her mother: "Mom, let's burn paper for grandpa, right?" ”

Mom nodded obediently, Miao Miao took out paper money and paper ingots, as well as a stick of incense, he took out a lighter, took out a piece of paper money and set it on fire.