The flowing water winds like a dream, the balcony is like a flute, and the past goes back to the previous dynasty.

When Xu Feng blows, the fragrance of flowers condenses on the tip of the nose. The lingering and gentle voice of the opera comes from the old phonograph on the red case. I touched a piece of blue calico with my hand. I know, I should do it.

When I was a child, my grandmother always seemed to be surrounded by a piece of blue calico, and she was busy inside and outside the house. Elegant blue, pure white and unpretentious patterns seem to symbolize grandma's industrious and unpretentious character.

She seems to show her love for blue printed cotton cloth in me. She likes to watch me wear a blue calico skirt and make a small coat with blue calico. She always said it was like a Nantong baby.

Grandma will fondle the blue calico lovingly, with gentle eyes. Her eyes traced back to golden light, turned into a pool of clear water and became a gentle town.

Blue calico carries grandma's youth and her spring flowers and autumn fruits. I seem to see grandma on a big loom, her fingers flying between cotton threads, and the shuttle keeps shuttling. Grandma's bun is round, her back is strong, and everything is so quiet and beautiful.

With the growth of age, the feeling of blue calico is getting more and more rustic. When grandma gave me blue calico again, I declined. The enthusiasm in grandma's eyes went out. Looking at her lost figure, I wondered if I had done something wrong.

The blue calico was quietly put into a camphor box and placed in an inconspicuous corner of the room. When the sun is golden, grandma will take out the blue calico to bask in the sun, and her eyes are full of lingering, as if it were her child or lover.

The school held a traditional cultural photography exhibition, and I stopped to enjoy it. The simplicity, elegance and pure beauty of blue printed cotton cloth are so unique. The blue calico under the lens is elegant and simple, and the pattern is exquisite, which is unforgettable. The combination of blue and white is like the crossing of time. The feeling of longing and joy hit the soft corner of my heart, and an indescribable feeling suddenly overflowed my whole body.

Since then, blue calico has reappeared in my house. On my desk, on my bed, on my jacket, blue printed cotton blooms again. Grandma's smile is like a flower stretched on a blue printed cotton cloth.

Print the noise of the years on the cloth and stop the precipitation of the years in grandma's love. Inheriting blue calico and understanding grandma's love, I know that's what I should do.