My aunt likes fortune telling.

I don't have a pair of good grandparents. Tell me about my grandmother.

She dotes on me, of course, mainly because I am good. My brother and my sister studied martial arts when they were children. When they go out, they fight with others. How can they be likable, especially for girls with a "scheming" attitude like me (laughs ~). My mother takes me to my grandmother's house a few days in advance every New Year. At that time, I would only go back to my grandmother's house on New Year's Eve, or be dragged by my father. Every time grandma fried rice cakes and made meatballs, I would sit by and listen to her.

Every time, grandma would start like this-when your mother was young, we didn't have that much meat to eat.

The times are developing too fast, which has far exceeded grandma's cognitive and learning ability. Every time I take her to buy clothes, she is as cramped as a child. Even the escalator is like a monster to her, afraid of biting her feet.

It seems that only when the whole family is around her during the Spring Festival will she feel that sense of security. This kind of reminiscence will help her find her own memories and sense of existence, which is somewhat similar to the feeling that we recall Chinese New Year, New Year's Eve and Spring Festival Evening. In fact, one day, when we and even our next generation grow up, this year will become more and more strange, just like the Dragon Boat Festival and the winter solstice.

Year after year, grandma kept telling us old stories about her childhood and my mother's childhood, and I was able to draw vivid sitcoms in my mind.

Grandma was a very capable woman when she was young. At that time, my grandfather came back from Peng's team and found a construction job. Grandma raised four children by herself and had to do odd jobs to earn some money. Every time she eats fruit in the New Year or buys her fruit that is rarely eaten in winter in the north, she always feels a lot. She said that when my mother and they were young, she bought a pear melon, cut it into five teeth, and shared it with five people in the family. Where can I eat so many kinds of cherries and kiwis as now?

At least three chickens will be prepared at home during the Spring Festival, one stewed and one salted. Every time I see three hanging chickens, I can see the complicated emotions in grandma's eyes. Grandpa died in the early 1990s. At that time, the families of several children didn't have much money, and grandma was not an unpaid worker. She had to partner with other old people and kill chickens for others in the vegetable market to make money. The last time I asked about the price of killing chickens, it seemed to be five yuan. At that time, it was only fifty cents, and I had to do business with other chickens. Grandma is a stubborn person, and she is stubborn. She never lacks arguments with other chicken killers.

Every time I talk about this, grandma will mention that once she came back with other chicken killers and was still arguing about who should own the business. In order not to affect us, she locked me and my brother and sister at home. When we heard the quarrel, we were all afraid that grandma would suffer. At that time, the cork outside the screen door was locked and I pried it open with a dagger. The three of us (at that time, my sister was the oldest, probably only 13 years old) and I 10 years old) rushed out with a fierce spirit. I just scared people away. No one dares to bully my grandmother after the fight. Every time I mention this, my grandmother's face is filled with happiness (laughs).

I like listening to my grandmother talk about her past life, and I like listening to her recall the past, because at that time, I could see that there was no turbidity in her eyes, and there were many more expressions.

Every time I go back to my grandmother's house, I will secretly put the best candy in my pocket (my grandmother has money), and then lie to my grandmother that it is from someone outside. Looking at her happily eating candy, I feel that the whole world has become beautiful.

Later, my grandmother got sick. Alzheimer's disease, also known as Alzheimer's Harmo's disease, started when I was vaguely remembered until I was repeatedly reminded. But once I think of her, I will hold my hand and keep talking, like a dancing child, about what happened and what never happened. My family said that even if I went back once a year, she would try her best to recognize me.

I think she really loves me, just as I love her.

Grandma left after all last year, and no one told me those old stories during the Chinese New Year.

The old man was shrewd and mean all his life. I think I will write some stories specially. I will tell my grandmother to my children in the future, so that someone in this world will always remember that there was such an old man alive.