Shadow segment

It was a midnight, and my heart was like a mess. I sat in the corner of the bed as usual. I held the little bear that night with me and closed my eyes. It seemed a little tired. Soon, I sneaked into my world. Looking for memories about her, faster, I found her in my mind, and played a picture about her, the nose is sour, but my heart is crying, the internal organs are soaked, shrinking, Forming her outline, the heart could not help but hurt, and the "movie clip" continued to play... If the figure was printed like a stamp on my life, winter went, the chill did not go, and the heart was still frozen. In those years, I started very early every day. At that time, at 6 o'clock in the morning, I didn't fully light up, and the whole city was dark. I had to ride a bicycle from my home and go to Shiling to go to school. There are about seven or eight miles. Road, every day, as always, I don’t seem to feel tired. Instead, I am worried that I will send me to the grandmother of Feng Village every day. Her shadow was printed on the ground, and a black baby like a newborn squirmed. When she was over 60 years old, her hair was black and white, looking at her back. Her straight waist was now curved. In recent years, I often heard him licking his back in the middle of the night. pain. Every day, I will ride slowly behind my grandmother. Even if my grandmother rides very slowly, I don’t dare to be in front of her. I’m afraid I can’t see her shadow, and I don’t want my grandmother to see my tearful look. . When it arrived at the Feng Village market, the sky was already full. Slowly slowing down, her cold right foot slightly moved over the front crossbar. This "familiar technique" suddenly appeared to be blunt, perhaps she is old. Grandma is very embarrassed, but I am very concerned about me. All the way, for half an hour, she is swearing that I watched the car carefully while riding in Shiling, don’t turn off the phone, go home early... even after a long time, In the end, I have to say a few more words. I slammed into the car and went back to say goodbye to her from time to time. The scene was like "a thousand miles to send the Red Army." Gradually, the grandmother's figure is getting smaller and smaller, more and more embarrassing, and finally disappears into my sight and vision. Looking at that "black spot", she has burst into tears. I don't know if she knows how touched I am. Do I know how much she cares. Even if the grandmother's face fades, she is still beautiful in my heart. The voice was like a sacred song in my cochlea, and the sky quickly darkened. I was riding a bicycle alone and sang songs. I was very happy. When I got to the doorway at the doorstep, it was already dark, and the streetlights continued. Light up, just arrived at the door, I have already seen the anxious grandmother squatting at the door. At this time, I only raised my hand and looked at the watch subconsciously. It has already been 6:10, and I can’t help but speed up my steps. I began to prepare for all the reasons to prepare for the defense. The result was always beyond my expectations, and it shocked me and made me feel overwhelmed. When I saw me, she didn’t say anything without asking anything. She only said one sentence: “The first time I went to school so far, I was tired. Is it a lot of cars? Hey, go take a bath and feel comfortable. Point, wait for you to eat!" I smashed, she is so kind and gentle, so tears began to turn around in the eyelids, the reason just wanted to defend has been wiped out, the mind suddenly blank. I lowered my head. I didn't dare to lift it up for a long time. When I moved back and clicked on the word "喔", I pushed the car into the house and saw her soaked eyes. When I took a shower, I turned out the phone and found that there were 23 missed calls on the phone. I faintly heard the grunts of my grandmother. I was really wrong. The tears of the beans and soybeans smashed on me. I remembered a lot more, my ears whirl around a lot of voices, calm down, I vaguely heard the voice of my grandmother: "You remember to go to someone else's house to obey" "Do not move other people's things" "Sink in class" "Do "I don't want to play with my mobile phone to play too late, go to bed early." "Take your dirty clothes, I will help you wash it." "How do you like 'big melon', I will help you with medicine." "...This voice is too familiar, familiar and can no longer be familiar. It has accompanied me through fourteen spring, summer, autumn and winter, even if my grandmother's voice is hoarse, but in my heart, her voice is a wonderful spin in the world. law. The food cooked by my grandmother nurtures my body and mind. From small to large, the dishes cooked by grandma are the best. Every time I watched my grandmother busy in the kitchen, I was very much looking forward to it and seemed to miss the seductive fragrance. My favorite is to ask this to go home to eat. They will praise them when they finish eating. My heart will be beautiful and sweet, and will make an enviable expression to show off. Even if the grandmother is old now, I can't do it, but I will make it back to her grandmother's home cooking, so that she can feel the taste and so on. It is undeniable that my life is like an infinite series of dramas, and my grandmother acts as the heroine of this drama. She is the wonderful part of the whole drama. Without her dazzling, maybe this drama is also It won't be so exciting. It's not so exciting. Now, I left my grandmother, the play was suspended, but this drama will not be lost. I still long for this drama to continue to be broadcast, and the complex mood is every day. In the evening, I replayed these shadows about my grandmother... I continued to meditate, weeping, fantasizing, lonely, sad... I finally entered the dream and wrote the trailer for the next episode. This night passed again.

Third day: Zhang Minyi