When winter goes and spring comes, the old house in the alley behind my house is covered with dust. ...
In the alley behind the house, there is only Grandma Wang's family. She often sits in an old cane chair, holding a big cattail leaf fan and fanning it slowly.
At the end of the alley, there is a public toilet. There is no domestic toilet in our house facing the street, and every household has to rely on the public toilet at the end of the alley to go to the toilet.
Since Grandma Wang moved into that room, I have gone to the toilet more and more often. I said I had to go to the toilet, but I actually went to see Grandma Wang. Provoked my mother to nag every day: "I didn't see how much water you drank." Why do you go to the toilet ten times a day? "
Because as soon as I got to grandma Wang's door, I couldn't wait to rush in and ask, "grandma Wang, what's delicious?" "There are many, come here!" Say that finish, she smiled and took out a big red apple or a pear from Huang Cancan from the plate, gently stroked my head with her wrinkled hand, and then handed me the fruit. Sometimes, I can taste some delicious snacks.
Every time I want to go home, Grandma Wang's eyes will flash a trace of sadness. Every time, she would grab a handful of candy, put it in my pocket and tell me, "Slow down on the road and don't fall down." I didn't know how to refuse, so I peeled a candy, stuffed it in my mouth and skipped out of Grandma Wang's house.
Before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Grandma Wang always has round moon cakes on her desk, all of which are my favorite flavors, as if they were specially prepared for me. "Come, eat one. This is your favorite bean paste. " Grandma Wang smiled kindly and her hair was shining silver. I ate the moon cake with relish, and she handed me another orange. After tasting all the delicious food, if she is free, Grandma Wang will tell the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Even though I have heard and read these stories countless times, I always listen with relish and always ask with expectation, "Then what?" Next paragraph, next paragraph! "
Grandma Wang is like this. She cares about me and loves me. While moving, I also plan to give her some gifts: the paintings I painted, the handmade works I made, the snail shells I found ... Although I prepared gifts, I forgot to bring them to Grandma Wang every time, because I was thinking about what was delicious. I always think about next time, next time. ...
But time flies again and again in the "next time". On that day, grandma Wang's house was empty. Her daughter took her away and she moved to a city far away from here.
At that moment, I remembered grandma Wang's fruits and snacks, those vivid and wonderful stories, the gifts I didn't send, and the farewell and thanks I couldn't say in time. I'm terribly sorry. We always say that time is still long, but how long is it? How long can we be together?
In the evening, I closed my eyes and made a wish: Let me dream of Grandma Wang again, and I will give my little gift to her thousands of miles away.