Afa's Memoirs

Remembering your ancestors during the Qingming Festival will finally make your dream come true. Pick up the pen and write old chapters in memory of grace. She protected me through all the wind and rain in my life, A piece of memoir tells a long story of love. Preface to the novel "Afa's Memories of Grandma": [In my heart, I often miss my grandmother. ] It was another Qingming Festival, and there was drizzle. I stood quietly in front of my grandma's grave, fingertips touching the cold tombstone. Thousands of thoughts were surging, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time. Qingming Festival every year, every year to celebrate the sweep, every time I come here, my heart is full of gratitude and nostalgia. The past buried deep in the years, grandma's voice and smile, and the ups and downs she talked about in half a life will always come to my heart without warning, making my eyes wet. My parents divorced when I was three years old, and fate left me completely in the hands of my grandma. She had not read many books, but she played the dual roles of mother and father with the simplest and toughest love, and raised me up through all the hardships. From the time when I could remember, to carrying a schoolbag when I entered elementary school, to surviving the cold window of middle school, successfully graduating from high school, and entering the workplace, until I started a family, started a business, got married and had children, my grandma held my hand through every important step in my life. She frugally provided for me to study, sewed my clothes late at night, comforted me when I was frustrated, guided me when I was confused, and poured all her tenderness and hard work into me. Without her, I would not have the stable and happy life I have now. This nurturing grace is as heavy as a mountain, and I will never be able to repay it even if I spend my entire life.