My Grandmother
[b][size=16pt][color=#000000][font=Times New Roman]I am not sure whether I’m dreaming when my grandmother gives me some bis[/font][/color][/size][/b][b][size=16pt][color=#000000][font=Times New Roman]cuits which are of the shapes of all kinds of animals, such as monkey, elephant, rabbit, bear, giraffe, lion, tiger and so on. The scent of the biscuits occupy my mind, and I’m always confused where I am and what I’m doing. However, Grandma is no longer what she used to be, she is old.[/font][/color][/size][/b][b][size=16pt][color=#000000][font=Times New Roman]In my memory of childhood, there is a small orchard in front of Grandma’s cabin. She lived alone. When spring came, we had to tend the orchard: sowing vegetable seeds, removing the weeds, watering the flowers… which were considered as the most awful things for my younger sister and me, we hated them so much. But Grandma took it as an enjoyment for her all-day idleness. She treated every plant as her beloved child, sometimes, I could read the gentleness in he eyes when she was wandering in the orchard and checking every plant to ensure that they grow well. It seems like a kind of madness. And at that moment, I realized that she was lonely, when I was just seven years old, when I still had no shaped view on this complex world.[/font][/color][/size][/b]
[b][size=16pt][color=#000000][font=Times New Roman]Grandma is a woman of thousands of stories. She experienced those special ages of last century in China: the Old Society, the Great Cultural Revolution, the Reform and Opening period, and the contemporary new century. She was born in a rich family, and she was taught sewing, reading, and writing. In those hard times, she always shown mercy to the poor, she helped the intellects who were criticized wrongly. In another word, she is just an antique of that period because she went through those ages and remained the traces of those ages. [/font][/color][/size][/b]
[b][size=16pt][color=#000000][font=Times New Roman]We often ask Grandma to tell stories about those fantastic ages, and every time, she speaks to our elder uncle. He took part in the army, he experienced the Vietnam War, and he won lots of medals during the war… He was an admirable man, all the villagers show respect to him, while he died of cancer in the peace period. He was the first child of Grandma, and he was the dependence of the whole family for Grandpa died when he was in middle age. And all the families loved him and were proud of him, especially Grandma. He had ever promised to write a biography named after her, however, he didn’t keep his promise, and he died when he was still young. The death of elder uncle depressed Grandma extremely; she could hardly admit and accept the fact. From that time on, she always talked about him to others that he had ever promised he would write her a biography, why he died so young. It’s a torture for her.[/font][/color][/size][/b]
[b][size=16pt][color=#000000][font=Times New Roman]I still remember that summer night; we leaned around Grandma to listen to the story of elder uncle. Suddenly, she became so excited that her voice trembled, the tears were twinkling in her eyes, and we all shocked. It was silent and the air froze. It was totally out of my control, I went up, looked towards her face, and said to her firmly: [i]Don’t be sad , Grandma. I swear, one day I will write the biography instead of elder uncle. [/i]Everyone was surprised by my word, and Grandma burst into tears. They looked straight at me, for a minute, I felt myself a heroine; I had never done such a brave deed.[/font][/color][/size][/b]
[b][size=16pt][color=#000000][font=Times New Roman]In spite of these things, my childhood was full of the scent of those biscuits, the fragrance from Grandma’s orchard, she was busy preparing for our dinner, and her apron decorated the kitchen. The sunshine was stopped by the window, everything was peaceful.[/font][/color][/size][/b]
[color=#000000][b][size=16pt][font=Times New Roman]Eighty five years, it is such a long span. How can we imagine what happened every yesterday, today and tomorrow? Grandma is really old[/font][/size][/b][b][font=宋体][size=16pt]；[/size][/font][/b][b][size=16pt][font=Times New Roman]I don’t know what are the people and stories remaining in her memory. [/font][/size][/b][/color]
[b][size=16pt][color=#000000][font=Times New Roman]She is sitting in an armchair under the sunshine, her face is pale, and there is not any note on it. She looks so weak, as if something will take her away at any time. She must forget many things, and in my eyes, she is like a child knowing nothing.[/font][/color][/size][/b]
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