When I was a child, I liked visiting relatives very much. Naturally, my grandmother's house is the most frequented place.

I don't know if it's because my grandmother's house is near my grandmother's house, or because my grandmother is not as good to me as my grandmother. As far as I can remember, grandma is far less close than grandma.

I am the eldest son of my family, and my mother dotes on me. I have been breast-fed for two years, but I can't wean. My mother had no choice but to put me at my grandmother's house to take off my milk. It is very sad for me to leave my mother's arms for the first time. I don't remember many other things, only this experience is fresh in my memory.

My mother took me to my grandmother's house, had lunch, hugged me and left when I wasn't looking. Maybe it's because I never left my mother for a moment. I was so dependent on my mother that I felt something was wrong when I lost my mother for a while, so I immediately asked my grandmother for my mother. Grandma tried to coax me, but I didn't see my mother. I just don't believe her, so I cry, cry, make trouble and move, and let my grandmother take me to the back door where my mother took me. I don't want all the food and games my grandmother brought me. She doesn't know what to do with me. Her persuasion was useless and there was nothing I could do. I cried my eyes out. At that time, my mother was everything to me. No matter how my grandmother comforted me, it didn't help. I have only one wish, and that is to see my mother.

The first few days at my grandmother's house were like years, and I was heartbroken, but I was helpless. Unconsciously, I stayed at my grandmother's house for a whole month. When my mother came to pick me up, I couldn't eat her milk.

At my grandmother's house, I spent the most difficult period of my life. Now that I think about it, isn't it a kind of life growth to leave my mother's arms?

When I grow up and understand, whenever I have time and leisure, I will probably go to my grandmother's house, perhaps because of the fragrance of peaches and plums and the fragrance of oranges and pomelo, perhaps because there is an unrestrained river next to my grandmother's house, perhaps because my grandfather will tell us about the past at night, or perhaps because there are many books in my uncle's house. But I think the most important reason may be because I had the experience of taking off milk at my grandmother's house, and my grandmother loved me very much.

Behind grandma's house is an orchard. There is no fence around the garden, but when the fruit trees bear fruit, no one comes to steal them. At that time, the folk customs of Chongwen musicians where grandma was located were very simple. Spring blossoms, peach blossoms in the orchard, bright and warm, plum trees are not so flamboyant, and white flowers are quietly blooming. Both peach trees and plum trees have excellent varieties. Peaches are watery, crisp, sweet, fragrant and sour when eaten. Plums can only be eaten later, and their teeth are sore early. In summer, the jujube trees in grandma's orchard are no longer thin, "clothes and towels are covered with jujube flowers", which I deeply understood when I was a child. Grandma's jujube trees are mostly candied dates and also have bran dates. Fur dates are small and astringent, and candied dates are big and sweet. Jujube tastes best when it is red. Sometimes I can't bear to put them down when I bite them in my mouth, but more often, I can't wait for them to become red, so I can't wait to send them into my stomach. In autumn, it's the grapefruit tree's turn to show. Grapefruit is an evergreen tree. Its broad leaves are dark green all year round. When grapefruit is small, you can't find it without paying attention. When they grow up, they stand out. On a tree, there will be many grapefruit, dark green and light green, hanging on the branches, which makes people like it. Grandma will pick the handle of grapefruit with a bamboo pole from time to time, and the grapefruit will fall to the ground with a "poof", so don't worry about the grapefruit being broken. The grapefruit was cut open with a knife and the peel was peeled off one by one. The melon sac of grapefruit is sour and sweet, which is very delicious. There are many kinds in the small garden, so it is not lonely all year round. This is the place where my cousin and I often hang out.

There is a persimmon tree in front of grandma's house. Persimmon trees are tall and big. When the leaves are covered with branches, we can shade a large area, and we will often enjoy the cool in the shade. Persimmons bear fruit quietly, and small green fruits are hidden in the leaves one by one. When they are covered with branches like red lanterns, you will find it a very spectacular sight. A persimmon tree this big can bear many baskets of fruit. Grandma will pick red persimmons for us from time to time, and big green persimmons can be preserved in rice bran. After a few days, they will turn red and taste sweeter. Of course, persimmons can't be treated like this. Grandma will distribute it to many relatives, and what she keeps will either be stored or peeled and dried. When the sun is dry and humid, it can be used as a snack to entertain guests, which can not only make many children taste fragrant, but also make adults want to eat full.

My little uncle works in other places, my big uncle and aunt are teachers, and there are many books at home. As I get older, I like to climb the attic more and more to read these dusty old books. My uncle has two sons and a daughter. My eldest cousin is one year younger than me, my cousin is three years younger than me, and my grandmother has many other playmates of the same age. So when I came, I came for the excitement here. We must take a bath in Luotang River in summer. Luotang River is very wide. Usually, the river is not in a hurry, but when the water rises, we will be restricted by adults. Once, we slipped to the river and I jumped. The river was so fast that I was washed far downstream. I didn't worry, but swam to the bank of the river and caught a twig. It is likely that the river washed up on rocks, or culverts, or eddies. Getting hurt is a piece of cake. If I die, my grandmother will be very sad and difficult to explain. Of course, the people who went swimming with me were afraid to tell my grandmother about it, but this time I was afraid, and so were my partners on the shore. From then on, I never dared to be brave again. However, this river is still our paradise. We touch fish and shrimp, we have a water fight, we forget to go home, and we are unhappy. Generally, we are reluctant to leave until the adults shout.

Maybe it's because grandma's house is by the river, so it's much cooler than mine in summer. When menstruation is unmarried, I will also get her caress in the boudoir, which may also be a factor that I am willing to go to my grandmother's house. My aunt looks good and likes dressing up, so she looks very foreign. I even know that her good friend Biqing, with long braids and delicate looks, can rival her aunt. They walk together like a pair of sisters. Aunt was in high spirits because she was beautiful, so she didn't marry anyone who was not from the city. As a result, she really married someone from the city. Grandma dotes on her aunt, "poor child". When my aunt got married, she cried very sadly.

My grandmother gave me the impression that she was old and thin, with gray hair, sparse hair and wrinkled face. She is a little girl named Zhu Birong and her grandfather called Le Rengong. When she married her grandfather, she was said to be a child bride and was good at making many dried melons and fruits. Even when her eyes are blurred, she can thread a needle quickly. As long as I can remember, my grandmother has been living and eating separately from my grandfather. She can't get sand in her eyes, and even if she looks close, she doesn't pretend to make do. She is a person who knows right from wrong. Her marriage exists in name only. She is not afraid of what outsiders and children think. She doesn't like it, just doesn't like it. Her dissatisfaction is obvious. She should be an anomaly among conservative women. She is not resigned to fate, and some women are really liberated. My deaf grandpa can't do anything about her. If he leaves it alone, grandpa will be tolerant.

Grandma's most valuable thing, I think, is her education of children. She said that there is no school at home. Where do the officials come from? According to my mother, grandma had to send two uncles to school because of lack of culture. For the sake of children's wealth, my grandmother sold the threshing basket one year for her son to go to school. The big uncle was admitted to Forestry University and the little uncle went to Yiyang University, which was an earth-shattering event in the countryside at that time. A poor peasant suddenly produced two scholars, which was very remarkable. Grandma doesn't have the old idea of son preference. My mother's eldest daughter graduated from high school and her youngest daughter, sister-in-law, graduated from junior high school.

Grandma's saddest thing may be the death of her little uncle and the loss of her children in old age. It's just that we don't know how to comfort her strong heart.

Grandma died at the age of eighty-five, leaving no last words. My uncle buried her with my grandfather. Maybe this is not grandma's intention, but in the eyes of children, parents are not together when they are born, so stay together in another world.