Turn back Ha, I was very happy that year, the happiest, there were only grandparents and me at the family reunion dinner, and the third aunt's family, well, the eldest aunt and the second aunt passed away one after another, there is a saying, people go to tea and cool, after they leave, the brothers and sisters of the aunt's family will contact very little, so that there is no news later!

I still have a photo of my grandparents under my pillow, my grandmother is wearing the Tang costume I bought, my grandfather is wearing the hat I bought, and I, I think it's beautiful, holding one in one hand, bending slightly and lying on their shoulders... This is my favorite among the few photos I have since they were gone, every day not under the pillow in my hand, the pixels of the year are not very clear, but they are so blurry, like foggy photos, it is my treasure.

I want time to stay in that moment, and I want to never grow up and freeze in what I think is the best moment...... Grandma left first, there was no pain in the walk, and the old lady pulled out the water pipe in the ground, and the water pipe was frozen and it was not easy to pull out, and she fell down all of a sudden, and had a cerebral hemorrhage.

At that time, there was no one at home, and my grandfather went out to play goalball, and when others found out, my milk was hard, and I don't know if it was too frozen and hard or something.

I am over 70 years old, and some people say that it is better to walk like this, without the pain of the hospital bed, without torture. People must have telepathy, the day my milk left, I felt very miss her before taking a nap, and I put it under the pillow after seeing the photos, because I went to the morning shift, I took a nap at noon, and I didn't sleep for a while, my grandfather called and said that my milk was gone.

At that time, I was stupid, dizzy, and couldn't cry myself. The problem of distance, when I went back, my grandmother was already in the morgue, saying that it was a morgue, but in fact it was a small earthen house, where the deceased were housed, and the family could burn paper to keep vigil or something.

I saw my grandmother lying on the bare board, wearing old clothes, ingots and paper rings on her hands, stuffed nose, mouth, and ears... It's very strange, crying along the way, not to say that it's crying, but when I get to my milk, I'm left distressed, silently crying, my aunt said, you can't drop tears on your grandmother, I didn't hug it, not afraid, but afraid that the tears will go up and break the rules.

Kneeling on the ground and touching my grandmother's hand, I have always felt that God has no eyes, how many times have I made a wish, willing to share my life to the second elder, I don't think this world is so beautiful, the only beauty is to hope that they are all by my side, useless, useless, God can't hear or see, my grandmother hasn't waited until I can earn enough money to pick them up to live with me, it's gone, the old lady hasn't suffered enough in this life?

The son is not filial, extremely unfilial, and the remaining three daughters have left early, and I left before I can rely on them completely...... Don't they all say that good people are rewarded?

The old lady is a simple rural old lady, she never likes to take advantage, she doesn't talk nonsense, she has been working for her family, for her children, and for her granddaughter, so why don't you give time to think about a few more years of happiness?

Grandma's hands are very cold and cold, the whole person is thin and small, I am reluctant to eat and wear for the rest of my life, and when I was ready to burn my grandmother's clothes, I found that I bought so many clothes, pants, shoes, trademarks, new ones, no sticky body.

The old lady has new clothes, but when she leaves, she still wears pants with patches when she falls and hardens in the field...