My mother is from Sichuan and has never been to my grandmother's house since she was a child. When I was a child, I was envious of watching other children go to my grandmother's house. I often pester my mother for her grandmother. My mother always says, "I'll take you to see her later." But I haven't been here since, so I won't mention it slowly.

Last winter vacation, when my mother said she would take me to my grandmother's house, I really didn't believe my ears. It was not until I got on the train that I believed that I had finally met my dear grandma.

But not long after I got on the bus, I began to regret it. As it is at the peak of Spring Festival travel rush, the train is crowded with people, and all kinds of inexplicable smells are intertwined, which makes people breathless. No way, I had to sleep and read for a while, and finally survived 30 hours.

After getting off the train and bumping on the mountain road for four hours, we finally stopped in front of a big mountain. I got out of the car with my luggage and moved my numb legs and feet. I found no one at the foot of the mountain!

"Hey, mom, where is grandma's house?"

Mother smiled wearily and said, "It's still early. There are still about two hours of mountain climbing. You have to go by yourself. " Oh, my God, I almost passed out. Now I understand. Why?