外婆的澎湖湾（Grandma´s Penghu Bay）

外婆的澎湖湾（Grandma´s Penghu Bay） 外婆的澎湖湾(Grandma's Penghu Bay) Grandma's Penghu Bay Zhao Qi, grade nine (1) class, Weinan Shaanxi blue light middle school The warm breeze of Penghu Bay, whitecaps by the beach, no coconut chasing the sun, just a deep blue sea...... "Often gently humming from the song" Grandma's Penghu bay ", singing like a fresh meaningful poem. Experience, not only is not that childhood in coconut Rhine and deeply miss grandma. When grandma was alive, she was a janitor in a primary school with her grandfather. At that time, there is no bell. Each to the square small bell sound cheerful, Grandpa slowly wore "loafers" out of solution, long rope nails on the door, grabbed a tow like head, let the line shaking like hanging in the branches of the large iron bell rang for a while. The room is not big, but in the side to build a large stove, I was in the pot to eat grandma wrapped dumplings. One side, it is filled with Grandpa pick up sticks. It seems like a lot, it goes out hundreds of oblique Yi branchlets, through the tracery wall, probe into Grandpa Garden: a shy belly fat cat waisted gourd, small green, there is Qi bang as the spring grasses and wildflowers have Canruo glow...... That's a real paradise. Then I looked at the childish, green gourd Cong Tong suspended under the gallows, overflowing with fresh grass fragrance, could not help but take off. Think this is a good thing, but a good scolding Grandpa. So, Grandpa became the person I was afraid of. He seems to laugh little, so hard. For some reason, he sometimes makes me move something heavy. Of course, at that young age, absolutely can not afford to move. He thought I was full of strength, he was holding the apple branch fiercely, loudly scolded: "out of strength."! Out of strength!" I was tired, and I was sucking, and now I want to, but I don't know where that strength is. So, when I use my flat round the half small head from the iron fence in the drill, happily slipped into the house, more love grandma. Then, my grandmother's body is healthy. Always dressed in black, and the old is like a painting cloth. The short body, the wrinkles of the net, the red cheeks full of sauce, but the small eyes, but overflowing with kindness and kindness. And in the black white fluffy head cover a blue and white square handkerchief, cut corners, hidden in the small knots in the knot. Go fast, like a restless bird, swiftly jumping up and down, fan wings. At this point, in the ebony frame dress, she is more lovely. She knows that childlike innocence. I remember once, probably in the afternoon, she took my little hand, through the small steps in front of the house, came to the back of the house. We both crouched. See!" There were some pebbles in my grandmother's hands. Then, the palm bent into a nest, fingers slightly shaking, the pebbles into a cluster of the group. And stretch, suddenly raising his hand, they were sent up, just to fall, the palm of the hand quickly back, slightly apart, like a lack of a fan fan, stones firmly scattered during the. Then, the palm of your hand and gently pick up a stone, went flying, and like a flutter fireflies caught buckle a crisp sound, all in the hands of stone. Or altogether is lying on the ground with a thrown into the air, quickly embrace the rest up a meet, stone caught. I looked at the dexterous hand on the opposite side, but I could not learn it. Or is scattered to do a mission, or throw too far, even to his face like The heavenly maids scatter blossoms. Grandma smiled and waved stones, just as my teacher taught me arithmetic: "you have to do that.". Hi! No, that's all right?" I looked at it blankly, and the stone fell on the ground again and again. At this point, the mountains have been embedded in a collection of light of the sunset. The country is still the night silence, so that everyone can listen to the music of insects. And I Grandpa, my grandmother sat in the warm air Tukang, with slightly diffuse a strange fragrance. Grandpa wearing the thick stone glasses to the newspaper in a daze, a small moth in the belly bulb blind hit, even also shook the cord. Yellow light will more than half of the room lit up, just like the amber moonlight shulang. My grandmother and I sat in bed, leaning against the newspaper wall. I can't sleep. The lively child is a toy made by the God. It doesn't need clockwork. My fingers, like scissors, opening and closing, moving back and forth, the white wallpaper will cast down a black shadow. I had to hand, suddenly, like a shadow that was blown away. Originally, my shadow blocked the light. So, I'm tired, sleepy, the roof was sucked into the whirlpool, I fall asleep. At night, I turn the body, comfortably smacking lips, cement plants humming more clearly, bed warmer. The big iron gate was shouted by the children who were going to school, and there was a salad on the ground. Grandpa had covered the black cloth and stepped on the shoes to open the door...... I lay still sweetly, until the iron bell rings with the sunshine. Noon sunlight, through the house beside the tree huge umbrella cover, cast mottled shadows. Ants are busy among them. I looked at them, holding a spade, dig their house, or the ants into their house, only this. The child is restless. When the little garden is tired, I suddenly thought of a more fun to go out. Immediately happy, throw a spade, grabbed the grandmother's hand, shouted excitedly: "go! Let's go and see the cannon!" Then, after primary school playground is a hail of cannon, which has an iron chair and steering. A hand crank, the barrel will suddenly turn leisurely. At that time, I felt more awe inspiring than the police. Although the grandmother to much taller than me, it was like a bunch of feet of cable, slowly. Where am I going to take care of that? It's just a run. My grandmother came down, while breathed, while Chen said with a smile: "slow...... Slow down!" A hand to agree that jumps up and down the cover for the children. The legs like a spider oblique fork, like a reel, can fall to the ground. Finally to the wooden door, grandmother to snail line, I excitedly rushed to open the door, cannon. A turning, then jumped into the cabin by the thick green canvas, a strong rudder. Which know the grandmother, I saw the gun just swinging, he burst into a call. And I jumped out of it. When I went back, grandma held my hand tightly and said, "last night, I had a dream."!" "What dream?"" "Dream of a child to school, the artillery will turn, to play cloud miles. I quickly ran and shouted "don't hit, EVA (fire)!"" "That child is dead?" "I don't know!" My grandmother came on a thin mouth, and angry face. Now, what kind of heart does grandma have?! Though it was a dream, it was enough to make her heart become a line. I heard aunt playing truant, she also worked with apple branches after full ridge to lay, and now, but "rejuvenescent", "Men at their birth, good in nature". In my heart, not only is the grandma and I play with something more when I festered her anxious. This is probably not even clear to my parents. At that time, I was in kindergarten. After an injection, somehow, after that, a small packet was born on the right buttock. Start small, I can endure only a few days in which pus would swell up. When I was on vacation, I broke the teacher's apple because of naughty. Her grandson came up with a bamboo stick. "Bang!"!" The abscess, I have pain with tears. And then, I went back to my grandmother. On the second day, when I woke up, there was a mass of blood in my pants. Grandma took me to the nearest clinic. I shed my pants on my grandmother's legs. A tingling and a burst of iodine alcohol cool, I clench the teeth. Then, the stack of toilet paper in the doctor of the thumb to squeeze the abscess vigorously. For a moment, the pain rolled out. I could not help shouting loudly, then, kicking his legs and bawler. Grandma slapped me, with a hair tone: "all right, huh?"" The doctor grew harder, and my tears fell down, dripping on Grandma's clothes, seeping in. Presumably, more is resided in her heart. Finally, the doctor helped me wrap up the affected area. Grandma took a small wad of wrinkled wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket the money, turned up a few, to the doctor. At the same time, with the corner of the handkerchief wipe a bit of canthus. I limped along with my grandmother. In retrospect, this is the last time I've been so close to her. When I went to primary school, the original civil classroom had been replaced by the new teaching building. Grandma and grandpa lost their jobs, and they needed to go home to support their old age. At that time, they lived together in uncle's old house. The environment is very elegant, especially in front of the tree of the hollow Guhuai, stretched arms, covering the roadway. Often become the symbol of looking for grandma. I rarely come too often. Uncle, aunt, uncle, and cousin et al in the old house together, it is the best time of the old grandmother. We often give her dumplings, the children will eat real meat stuffing thin wrappers packed full. Grandmother is always happy, like a child, eat a bowl, still a bowl. At the same time, she was getting older, and her legs were becoming more and more inconvenient. This Grandpa for her in the small side slope repair stone steps, but later, they had to use the men. I remember clearly that crutches like: Cui bamboo embryo yellow, black barbed edge, greatly lower on Beck, just like a piece of antiquities. Sometimes, my cousin and I will stick a small arc on the mouth, toot do Trombone blowing. Grandma was so angry and happy that she held her hand. So, my cousin and I were in the middle of a busy laugh. Later, my grandmother came to rely on the public by numerous chairs around. Bow, grasp the chair back, move step by step, bamboo legs on the ground is creaking. Sometimes she would sit in a chair and bask in the sun, and she would be like a god. In the meantime, Grandpa also gave her a white wooden crutch, thick, strong skew head, as if she did, and as the old God of longevity in general. Can the longevity to prolong life for thousands of years, but my grandmother has been in old age. Finally, she had to sit in the chair all day, unable to move, unable to speak, and she really became a god. Day by day, as if a train, finally stopped. Some people say: "autumn is the most beautiful scenery." The grandmother of autumn, it is not complete, she hasn't got to that Geely's "80" number, died in her in late autumn. In the coffin, aunt personally for the last time she washed her face, at around Haotian dirge, grandma was sleeping peacefully. Now, I remember clearly the days that I had with her: she used her legs and I went to see the cannons, amused me with three legs, and basked in the sun with six legs......... Now I'm alone, flying to heaven. Although the life does not bring his thing, but grandmother's death, left me, her grandson is incomparable. My grandmother is poor, she was an old woman, even the name is also vague, like a handful of soil water to do a drop of dust, all belong to the earth. Grandma go, go quietly, like a wisp of smoke, take away her body; for me, it is indelible, full of happiness "in Penghu bay". Postscript: I dedicate this article to my grandmother in heaven