【Qinghai Online Network · Prose】 姥

"When you grow up, you can enjoy blessing!" 姥 often said so, but I didn't seem to wait for "囡" to grow up.

When I was a kid, all my memory was the figure, because I always took me wherever I went, and I always stick to my uncle, like a small tail. Essence In this way, I would hold me with a smile, and slowly walked on the tree -lined road with staggered light spots. The hands were warm and wide, holding me gently. At that moment, the time was slow, and the road in front of me was long and comfortable.

Later, I went to school. Mom and Dad took me from my uncle's house to the city. I was walking, and I said to me happily, "I am going to school, I am going to become an older child!" I don’t understand Inside, I was also happy, looking forward to me becoming a big child. So, I vowed to say that I promised: "When I grow up, I will come back and let the uncle enjoy the blessing!" The car gradually drifted away, and the figure of the uncle gradually became smaller. It's so small that he can't see it.

Later, I couldn't remember how much time I got along with me. It seems that after school, time becomes fast and fast, I go to junior high school, but it seems very slow, slow, I can see The number of times also grows less and less with my growing up until I get sick.

Last year, my uncle was ill, and I suddenly realized that it was too little and too little to accompany her. I was hospitalized and hospitalized. I knew that the health of my family was more important than anything, and the rest were gods and clouds.

I used to be a doctor before, and countless people have been saved. The flags and prizes in their families are full of walls. But now, she is ill. All the hospitals I have been to have said that they can't cure it. Let us prepare for the future. People advise us to open up. The hope in my heart is reduced a little until nothing.

A month later, the uncle could not recognize people, sometimes sober and sometimes confused. I ca n’t eat it, I have been thinner, and I have regretted why I do n’t accompany her more than once? Where did my time go? People are like this, and they will be cherished before they are about to lose.

One day, I walked to the window as usual. Unexpectedly, she suddenly opened her eyes, looked at me, and said softly, "Which girl are you? Why are you so familiar?" I replied: "I?" I thought about a while, and finally said to me, "You are also called 囡, my granddaughter is also called 囡, this will be allowed to go out and play ..." I laughed, quietly walked out of the house, sat on the steps, and sat on the steps. Looking at a stone, I suddenly remembered that when I was a kid, I was playing with me and saw a stone. I asked, "Why is there a crack in the stone, and my hand has a crack?" I laughed without answering. Now, when I see the familiar cracks on the stones, I also think about: "Why?" There are cracks on the stone, cracks on the hands, and all things have cracks, because it is a place where light comes in.

Editor's message:

Children of Duoyang, today is your sacrifice day. First of all, let's miss it together. Secondly, I read the article "姥" I wrote today. I am very moved. The simple language and touching story, from the lines of the words, feel the love between you and grandma, especially the last conversation makes me think about it. Essence In the time with grandma, you are happy and happy, but now your grandma is gone, you still have to be healthy and happy, and do your homework with a normal heart. Your learning progress is the best thoughts and blessings for grandma.

Xiao Duoyang, come on, you have to study hard, work hard, and must realize the dream of the writer after growing up.

——Can your big friend Liu Zhiqiang wrote

Duoyang, female, Turkic, students in Xining City, Qinghai Province, loves literature and loves music, and has a dream of a writer when he grows up.

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