My grandma

Dark and generous mother, I wish to hold her soul in your arms.

--Inscription

Quiet, deserted, bleak, dim. Grandma’s face and autumn scenery outside the window are generally pale and powerless.

Gradually low heartbeat...

Gradually slowing down the pulse...

Gradually opaque eyes...

Finally, Grandma’s life disappeared with the autumn wind, just like the dandelion on the field, and could not find traces in the wind.

Then, in the cold autumn, there are two more meteors in the sky, shining in the scattered clouds, that is the cold night stars that never fall.

I vaguely remember that one morning, no fog, no clouds, the sky was exceptionally clear, there was no light rain in my imagination, and such a good weather really surprised me, but it made me feel bored. Time flies, I have not returned to my hometown for a long time. Indeed, when I walked through the familiar and unfamiliar path, my heart was full of fear and uneasiness. The path in the day was not intimate, leaving only a sadness of pale chill.

Walking into the hut, a lot of people have come. I am at a loss to open the crowd and squeeze into the room. The pungent smell of medicine fills the room and the room is in a mess. She lay quietly on the bed, gently squirming her lips, and I held her old and cold, not willing to let go. After all, she smiled, but I cried and burst into tears.

When Qingming, my grandmother had been walking in paradise for a while. I came to the side of the dwarf grave and looked at the black and white photos that had been settled. I couldn't help but cry again. The low whispering sound echoed in the valley, the dandelion on the side of the road fluttered in the air, the white that was exchanged for the whole life, grandma, are you still seeing in heaven?

If the teenager is a negligible meteor; youth is a fleeting sunset; middle-aged is the noon of the heat wave; then the old age is the twilight of the thin mountains, only the helplessness and sadness.

Oh! The dark and earthly mother, willing to embrace her soul in your arms.

Third Middle School, Dazhou Quxian, Sichuan: Tianlun