The strongest moment in the dream

The strongest moment in the dream

Text / Li Juan A long time ago we were in the mountains, when the grandmother was eighty-eight years old, I decided to take her away. I packed my bags and went to the dirt road with my grandmother and waited for a long time. My grandmother said: "You will follow me in the future and live with me in Urumqi." I have planned how to live with us and rent a house. Grandma gently agreed, but said nothing, and later said: "I don't want to be with you. I am afraid of dragging you." My tears kept going, but still said: "Grandma, we have been together, Don't be afraid." Later the car came, we got on the bus. I am motion sick and I don't stop getting out and vomiting along the way. Grandma also followed the car and stroked my back. Later, the car passed a wilderness shop and everyone got off the bus. At that time, only the fried fish was provided in that store, and I bought some for my grandmother. Grandma had never eaten something that smelled, but she ate a lot that day. Before we sat in the mountains for seven or eight hours, all the way bumps, we are tired and hungry.
Another time, a friend called and told me something. I am strong and calm, and I have a clear answer to her question. After hanging up the phone, all the thoughts were gray, like the first time I felt a word - "I don't care." I cried in desperation, and later heard the voice of my grandmother walking in the next room.
Once I moved to a new home and took my grandmother. The room was empty, and all the furniture had only a folding camp bed and two folding chairs, plus a pot and three bowls. Grandma sleeps on the camp bed, I sleep on the floor. I didn't have a bed until half a year later. After another half a year, the bed was laid. Without a wardrobe, I held a rope across the room and all the clothes were hung on the rope. That year, my grandmother was ninety-three years old. When I stared at her for the first time in the empty room, she said to her, "Grandma, we will live here later." She looked around, found a place to sit down and untied the coat button.
Once, I decided not to go to school. I went to find my mother. I went to a village in the distant mountains that I had never been to, and got off the bus. The driver pointed to a lonely earth house at the head of the village and said, "That is your home." I pushed the door in and rushed to the smell of smoked lamb. Grandma is stewing meat, she never eats lamb, smells disgusting, but knows that it is nutritious. She is stewed for us to eat. At that time, she was 86 years old, she still had no wrestling, she was not partial, she was very tough and sober. The room we live in is very small and small, at most ten square feet. The first half is a tailor shop, the second half sleeps and cooks, and a curtain is hung in the middle. Our family has a total of four or five pieces of cloth hanging on the wall. Another tailor shop in the village has fifty or sixty kinds of fabrics, which are full of walls. I started to work as a mother, and my life was quiet all the time. Later, my mother bought a tape recorder and kept singing. Later, every song in the tape we sang.

Once, I went home from the outside, it was in the mountains, and our home was a plastic shed that was supported by wood. There are no tents yet. I walked into the plastic shed and saw that my mother was weighing sugar. She divided the sugar into two piles every two hundred grams. The grandmother stood by and put the piles of sugar into the plastic bags prepared in advance, and tied them tightly. That package of sugar sells two dollars. The two have done this for a long time. I saw that there were already several boxes under the counter. So long years.
Another time, I am five years old. Grandma said to me: "We have no money." For the first time in life, I felt anxious and sad. At that time my mother was wandering around, when the grandmother was picking up the trash and dumping the trash cans all day. When I was eating apples, my grandmother said, "I only eat one in a day, or else I will not have it tomorrow." Many years later, grandma can remember this sentence.
- These are not dreams. The scene last night was a dream. I dreamed of the years when I kept moving to rent a house. I dreamed that there were very few products that were scattered on the shelves. I dreamt that our family of three quietly ate around a plate of vegetables.
Life has been falling in those years. In the future, after seeing him, I will say to him: "There are so many sadness in the world. But it doesn't matter. I finally became what I want to be the most."