Ya Kun Night Reading 丨 Grandma and Mother (Voice)

...... (Election)

There is a sorrowful and joy of the era of an era, and a era of survival of an era, but love concluded in the form of life has never been split. At that time, Tianyi Black Brother squeezed his grandfather's bed next to his grandfather, and I sat quietly in the room of my grandpa and grandma. In the snoring sound of Grandpa, my father came back to drive the night for me. No one will accompany me to wait in the night to wait for the father who is not sure when to return home, except the grandma who is idle. The yellowing bulb was hung in the middle of the room, and the weak lights broke the dark from all around. My grandma and I guarded the lights in the night waiting for my father to return. My father is the source of my life, but I am not enough to know him, or to know him far without his source. The waiting time is extraordinarily long, and my grandma is tirelessly explained for me until I stitch out the trajectory of my father's life, letting me look at my father's hot life from her perspective. Curious and eager to know the life, it greatly supplemented the understanding and cognition of my father outside of my life. The continuation of life needs to be explored or inherited.

Without the mother, my brother and I have been simplified. This is not just that these basic life skills are inseparable from the mother's words and body teaching, but also the spiritual rain dew is indispensable and moisturized by the spiritual rain and such as growth and development, and the warmth and warmth of the world. I have no mother, only grandma. In the afternoon, the sun was cut from the door hole, and the dust rolled in the sun. I moved closer to the sun and watched my grandma piercing a needle lead to lead the shoe. When everything recovered, my grandmother took me up the mountain to pick up tea; when the smoke rose, my grandmother took me to cook for cooking ... Later, I became home. I still did not have to create a new life after marriage. The mother's family, the grandma who was already a rare year quietly pulled me aside, and said softly, "Hold your time to have a child, otherwise your in -laws will have the idea." Grandma's voice trembled, as if spit it out. Grandma is old, and her voice is soft.

Until the grandmother left, the mother did not return. Grandma followed him two months after her grandfather died. She was surrounded by lush forests and lived on the hill, watching the earthen brick house under the mountain with Grandpa. Grandpa and grandma delivered all their lives to the village and delivered it to this earthen brick house.

When my grandma left, I was very sad. Grandma always said during his lifetime that I was a "cub" and no one loved it. One summer after many years, a few of us have been friends who have become mothers. Talking about life together. Friends said, even if you are poor, we are poor at that time, but you have no mother. Come over ... Suddenly, my throat seemed to be blocked by something, stubbornly blocked there, but there seemed to be thousands of horses in my eyes.

There is always a pair of hands to hold me away from my young, and there is always a lamp to break the darkness for me. I rolled over from a bitter day, how could there be no mother? Isn't Grandma just my mother? Thank you grandma!

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