Grandma's Yard
by Writerdk9ogp
About This Novel
If you were scolded by your grandmother when you were a child, you will definitely understand this book. Grandma never said "I love you" to me. She would just stand under the jujube tree, put her hands on her hips and shout: "Little Zai Zai, don't eat jujubes on it, the tree will be eaten by insects!" I shook the courtyard door, and she rushed out with a spatula: "If you shake the door any more, it will fall apart. Watch your butt!" She hides love in every curse. Hidden in that yellow money orange - pick it, rub it on your body, throw it into your mouth, it will be sweet to your heart. Hidden in the white that fills the courtyard when the six pear trees are in bloom, hidden in the creaking courtyard door, hidden in the summer bamboo bed and palm leaf fan. I lay on her lap and listened to the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Her rough hands felt warm when patted on her back. The trail turned off the county road and just passed a car. Walking to the end, the first house is grandma's yard. I climbed trees, touched snails, caught loaches, and caught shrimp antennae there. My cousin and I walked for fifteen minutes along the field ridge with two yuan, bought 20 steamed buns and put them in a bucket, and then we could eat while squatting on the field ridge. Later I grew up. I go to the city to work and go back less and less often. Grandma asked on the phone: "Xiao Zai Zai, when are you coming?" I said: "I'll go back after I finish my work for a while." I haven't been busy for a while. This is a book that makes you laugh and cry, cry and be healed at the same time. To every child who has been scolded by grandma - every word she scolds you is to say she loves you.
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