That night, I dreamed of grandma.
I greeted her in a lake blue dress. She winked at me as if she didn't recognize me, turned her head and ran towards a sea of sunflower flowers.

Grandma runs faster and younger.

In the blink of an eye, she became like a child, but her image remained unchanged. Her short shoulder-length hair was still fluffy, and her feet were bare under the lake blue dress. She was lying among the cherry blossoms all over the mountains and fields, purple, red, white, pink...

She saw the story of life rapidly playing back in front of her eyes, and every moment of age was waving at her in the sky.

She gently closed her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her fat little face.

At that moment, it seemed as if all the flowers were blooming for her, the breeze came for her, dragonflies and butterflies danced for her, and everyone just wanted to make her smile.

She fell into a deep sleep, smiling, and never woke up again.

When I woke up the next day, there was a smile on the corner of my mouth, but my eyes were moist.

I have never had such a happy dream. Everything is warm, including tears.

Then I received a phone call from my mother and told me reluctantly: Grandma, she passed away.

This Children's Day, I just want my grandma to accompany me and let this 80-year-old child talk to me.

She passed away two days ago.

I flipped through the chat history with grandma on WeChat and recalled the content of our recent calls. No matter what clues, I couldn't find any trace that she was leaving us.

At the beginning of the month, she also participated in a general physical examination at her unit. The report said that she was in good health. Grandma proudly relayed what my doctor said: 80 years old and 50 years old.

I still remember happily replying to her, and when the weather got a little cooler, I would take her on a trip.

On the other end of the phone, she replied happily: That would be great!

Yes, grandma is 80 years old this year.

I still remember her frowning, drawn-out voice and saying to me: Life is so fast. In the blink of an eye, she will be almost 80. She is an old monster.

I hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, and said coquettishly: How could I? You are still very young, you must live to be at least 100 years old!

She quickly shook her head: 100 years old! That's really an old monster. It looks scary! It's only been two years since she said this to me, and I'll never see her again.

Grandma was very happy to go home during the holidays this year. Last year, the epidemic was fierce and every city was quarantined. I didn't go home for the New Year and didn't see grandma all year.

She moved the nagging on the phone to reality and sighed. Now the travel agency no longer takes her to play, and the people who sign up for groups no longer accept them. They can only wait for me to take her out to play.

Although grandma is 80 years old, she is indeed in good health. She is strong and can walk faster than ordinary young people. I can't even catch up with her. She is often the one who criticizes me in front of me: Young people should walk more. Look at me, it's because I like walking, so I'm in good health!

Even when crossing the road, she had to rush over at the green light at the end of the road. If drivers tried to grab the road even if they refused to let pedestrians, she would shout loudly: These drivers were too poor.

I laughed at her: You have to be considerate of the driver. When you ride in my car in Beijing, when you see pedestrians rushing to cross the road and not allow the car to pass the green light, didn't you also say that pedestrians have no quality?

Grandma's habit of walking comes from her love of traveling.

I remember when I was in elementary school, I often received toothbrushes and toothpaste from my grandma brought from hotels across the country as gifts.

I was surprised at how many places grandma could go, running everywhere whenever she had time.

I have heard her talk about many interesting things about travel. The one that impressed me most was that during the Red Guards 'series, she and a group of colleagues took a free train trip to Shanghai. After spending all the money, they went to the company in Shanghai to borrow money. They didn't have to repay the money and continued traveling.

When I was a child, I heard grandma say these vivid and fun stories about strange cities in a strange era, which really made me so moved.

Maybe there is a seed of travel that my grandma planted in my heart since I was a child.

People in grandma's era mainly traveled with tour groups, which was economical and affordable, and someone even gave special explanations.

However, after she was 70 years old, the tour group no longer accepted the elderly to sign up for a tour alone, for fear that something would be difficult to bear.

So one after another, I took grandma to many places and experienced many firsts in her life.

We went to Hong Kong. It was her first outbound trip. She flew first class on a plane. The stewardesses of Hong Kong Airlines smiled and took care of grandma, which made her very uncomfortable. After dinner, she secretly asked me: This little spoon is good. Can I take it?

At the Ritz-Carlton in Hong Kong, it was the first time in her life that she stayed in a luxurious five-star hotel. It was also the first time I stayed in the tallest hotel in the world and took in the entire Victoria Port.

Grandma said that clouds appear on the ceiling reflecting the sea view. You can see the clouds when you lie in the bed, you can see the clouds in the swimming pool, and you can also see the clouds when you have breakfast. She was surprised: The poem says that it is hard to be cold high, and the poem also says how it feels to be in the world. It turns out that there is really such a place exactly like what the poem says.

At the Temple of Heaven Buddha, grandma took a crystal cable car for the first time, looking at the scenery at 360 degrees, overlooking the sky thousands of feet above her feet. Grandma sat in the corner and didn't dare to move. I said take a photo, and she immediately smiled brightly like a V.

At Disney, although grandma couldn't play many projects, it didn't prevent her from being happy like a child, taking photos with different cartoon characters, posing in a concave pose at each attraction, and her Hong Kong friend, Sweet Potato, who went together and acted as our photographer, praised grandma for her vigorous walking.

That day, grandma took the subway for the first time. We took a taxi to Disney. When we came back, she insisted on taking the subway. When transferring in Central, she walked with the crowd for dozens of minutes. The first time I saw her panting and saying: In Hong Kong, I'd better take a taxi.

In Lei Yue Men, it was the first time she saw so many raw and fierce seafood, bought and killed and cooked. She tasted it with gusto while the price was so unbelievable.

On Temple Street, grandma ate sugar water until she was full for the first time. She praised every kind. She ate two soft toasts with milk. She shouted: If there was such a store in Hefei, I would go there every day!

During the trip, grandma praised the Wong Tai Sin Temple the most. The main reason was not because it was effective or not, but because the area was large enough. After walking for two hours under the scorching sun, she exercised (laughter).

My grandma and I also went to Macau together.

Living in the Venetian's VIP room, the Royal Piao Club, and the duplex two-story top-floor villa were much bigger than the house my grandma rented at the time.

The second day after I checked in, my grandma asked me to check out my room and live with her.

I said: Isn't it much more convenient for you to live alone?

She widened her eyes and looked left and right, and whispered, I'm afraid.

In the restaurant of the Imperial Board Association, grandma enjoyed extremely luxurious food for the first time. Every dish made her speechless. Sea cucumber, abalone, pepper, and lobster was once only seen in novels and films. How could she have imagined that in her lifetime she would actually have the opportunity to taste it.

In the Venetian artificial sky, she rode a gondola and "traveled" to Europe for the first time.

Under the night sky, my grandma and I occupied the venue. The moonlight sprinkled on the archway like water. Grandma looked at every lifelike statue carefully.

The performance in the water dance room put her into a deep sleep, but it was a pity for the VIP ticket. However, in her memories, the performance was quite exciting. She didn't really remember sleeping for most of the time.

Grandma likes another performance by Xinhao, called Seduction. This was the first time grandma had watched a large-scale reality porn show, and it was also the first time I had entered such a top-class nightclub. It made me blush and thick my neck, but grandma didn't care. She drank alcohol and watched the tough guys "molested" other female customers.

We have also been to Guangzhou together.

Grandma loves the quality of life of Mandarin Oriental in Guangzhou. She has carefully touched every lamp in the room, opened every drawer, and smelled the aroma of every toiletries.

In a house in the form of a courtyard house, she always couldn't turn the right direction, so she wanted to move in with me again.

She said to me in surprise: Every light in the room is covered under it, and the light is gentle and comfortable.

She asked me: These toiletries smell good and can smell many kinds of flowers. I can't bear to use them. Can I take them home? I laughed: Don't be reluctant to use it. If you like it, you can ask the waiter to deliver more bottles.

She also liked the sofa in the elevator room. Although she didn't get tired after walking for a long time, she naturally sat down when she saw the sofa and said: This hotel is more comfortable than home.

We took the retro Guangzhou Daily Nanhai God and swam the night view of the Pearl River. Grandma came to Guangzhou when she was young, and it was very different. Grandma said sincerely: My life has gone through so many times, but it is still beautiful in the end. I have witnessed with my own eyes that this country is getting more and more beautiful and better.

My friend Jijia Meitu from Guangzhou especially recommended that I take grandma to Shamian, old trains, European churches, bicycles, and parks. It really made grandma very happy because she could walk a lot again (laughter).

I have the most memories in Beijing with my grandma.

Every time before coming to Beijing, grandma would talk about a lot of strategies for Beijing on the other end of the phone. She wanted to go everywhere, and she wanted to go everywhere again.

The Forbidden City is a place that must be visited again and again. She looked at every place carefully and recalled her youth while looking. She said that when she came to Beijing for the first time in her life, she left Beijing Station, stood in Tiananmen Square, and walked into the Forbidden City. Every step was solemn and sacred. Every time she stepped into the Forbidden City, she still has the same feeling.

Grandma said: The Forbidden City has changed a lot! I asked: How can this be? Isn't this an old building? She said: When I came here thirty or forty years ago, many places were not open, but now the East and West Palaces are open.

However, she was also dissatisfied: The Imperial Garden was too small? Aren't all the harmful scenes in Qing Dynasty operas in the Imperial Garden? I laughed: That was an act. The reason why the Imperial Garden is not big is to gather energy.

In the Forbidden City, we switched from opening the door to closing the door. There were still many places we hadn't gone to. Grandma said with regret and expectation, come again next time, come again next time.

This was my first time here, and my grandma became a tour guide for me. Qianlong built it for the birthday of Empress Dowager Xiaoshengxian. She also told me that Suzhou Street was where eunuchs and palace maids dressed up as small merchants, vendors and passers-by to make the Empress Dowager Cixi happy. place.

Grandma said: The old Buddha lived an unhealthy life. He relied on a sedan chair to travel, so it was better to walk.

On the shores of Kunming Lake where plum blossoms fell, we went to the Tingli Restaurant for dinner. This restaurant is not easy to book. Important guests from home and abroad come here specially when they come to Beijing. I booked it a week in advance.

After eating a palace birthday banquet based on the menu of the canteen, horse meat, donkey meat, beef and fish, and Aiwowo donkey rolling. Delicacies that used to seem distant to the ancients, are not delicious, but worth eating!

I asked: Why is it not delicious and worth it? Grandma said: It's an honor to come and eat Cixi's birthday banquet.

On the stage, I asked my grandma to sit on the upper seat. Under the plaque inscribed by Cixi's own handwriting, I sang to my grandma the song "When Will the Bright Moon Be", which made her laugh.

Grandma smiled from ear to ear and said to me: You look like a prince, brother! I also teased her: Then you are the Lord Buddha.

In Ritan, I really took my grandma to put on an embroidered dress from the Qing Dynasty and became a Buddha.

Grandma put on makeup for the first time in her life, and the little sister who put on makeup couldn't believe it: You look so young, but you didn't put on makeup? Grandma said: How can people in my generation know how to make up? They just paint eyebrows and apply red lips. How can they be like you, where a few people help me paint for more than an hour?

I spent more time putting on makeup, hiding my hair, putting on a wig and pigtails, and dressing up with a bald forehead, which only took an hour.

During this period, we also learned about Manchu royal costumes.

When grandma put on a dark blue robe embroidered with phoenix, and then put on hair accessories and headwear and walking, she really looked like a kind, kind and solemn old Buddha.

I also put on a golden dragon robe, which was not very convenient to walk. My grandma also slowed down and asked me to help me walk into the garden.

Grandma said: These clothes are not practical and can't walk. I laughed: People wearing this dress don't have to walk. They sit in a sedan chair. Eight people sit in a sedan chair, and they eat, drink, and carry their belongings on the sedan chair. Grandma smacked her lips repeatedly: Life like this is too unhappy. I would rather walk!

It snowed that day, from fluffy light snow to patches of heavy snow, falling on red pillars, green tiles and green trees. We were enjoying the snow in the pavilion, as if we had traveled through ancient times.

It snows quickly and it shines brightly, so I want to be safe and sound.

I took grandma to eat many flavors in Beijing that she had never tasted before.

After tasting Michelin-starred Italian food at the Opera Bombana, chef Marino held grandma's hand and walked around the restaurant's kitchen.

Although the two of them couldn't understand each other's words, many of their lives communicated without words.

When grandma was presented one by one with every dish like a work of art, she couldn't bear to say anything and repeatedly asked me if I could eat it.

Grandma asked: It takes a long time for Italians to set the dishes for every meal.

My good friend Jessie is the restaurant's PR. She smiled and told grandma: Grandma, Italians only come to such restaurants for important banquets. Usually, they only have pizza and pasta, and it's not as complicated as restaurants.

We also tasted Spanish food at Migas in Guomao.

The restaurant, renovated into a Spanish food market, is like shopping, with ham hanging all over the window and oysters and lobsters spread on the ice.

From 5J Iberia ham to French oysters and tapas, every dish suits grandma's appetite. Grandma praised: Spanish food is really good and very suitable for Chinese tastes.

Siam Thai from New World Women's Department Store has tasted Thai food.

Grandma pointed to the raw shrimp whose head and body were separated, but they were still moving and did not dare to bite it. She said: Isn't this alive? If you eat it, you will get sick? I said: It's the same reason as Chinese people eat drunk shrimp.

She said: How can the drunken shrimp be so big? I said: You didn't eat it too big. I'll take you to eat next time. She shook her head repeatedly: At my age, I should eat less raw and cold food.

Fangcaodi's burning sushi is one of my favorite Japanese food shops. I didn't want to be completely out of my grandma's appetite. She ate foie gras and sea urchin and said: The Japanese really don't know how to cook, but Spain is still delicious. Makes me laugh and cry.

Grandma and I were on China Radio International's "Watching While Walking" program. She told host Shu Yang on the show: If you can eat so many delicious foreign food in Beijing, you don't have to go abroad.

Shu Yang replied to her: I still have to go abroad to have a look if I have the opportunity.

She said: I am 78 years old, and it may not be realistic to fly for more than ten hours.

I replied to her: Eat Beijing first, and I will arrange for you to go to Europe with me next year.

This conversation was still echoing in my ears when grandma left and could no longer take her on a trip.

I still remember the last time I talked to my grandma on WeChat. Grandma asked me where I had traveled recently.

I said that I had recently endorsed a trip to Huai 'an, and grandma immediately asked me: Have you been to Premier Zhou's home? I said that I not only went to Premier Zhou's home, but also went to the home of Wu Cheng 'en, author of Journey to the West.

Grandma said: I also want to go to Huai 'an to play.

I said: Okay! Make the arrangements now!

After hanging up the phone, I carefully studied privately customized travel on Ctrip. I wanted to take my grandma from Nanjing, to Yangzhou, to Zhenjiang, and finally to Huai 'an for a week.

After confirming the itinerary, grandma left before she had time to inform grandma, and her voice was no longer heard.

In grandma's life memories, the most unforgettable happiness occurred when she was a child.

She told me that her father was admitted to Whampoa Military Academy and rode home on a tall horse, his eyes shining brightly. Because of family reasons, her father finally gave up school and started a small business in Anqing.

She told me that her mother worked as a nanny for a wealthy family in Shanghai, which was interesting in her eyes. A boy from a wealthy family in old Shanghai wore very tight underwear, and her mother even secretly brought a pair home to show her.

She told me that when she was a child, her eyes were filled with joy, wearing new clothes, holding the small red bowl that her father personally made for her, and eating the sacrifices given to the Kitchen God by adults with her older brothers and sisters.

She told me that when Japanese came to Anqing and gave candy to every child, her mother would always pull her and her brother under the table to hide so that the Japanese wouldn't find out. She told me that her mother took her to Shanghai and took care of her while working as a nanny. Her academic performance was good, and her father saved the money until she grew up and sent her to the United States to study. Later, the Cultural Revolution also began, and the United States has since become a distant promise.

She told me that her father was having an affair and someone wrote him a love letter. Her mother found out and her mother almost committed suicide. That was the saddest memory she had when she was a child.

Grandma said that she has experienced too much in her life. It's just a movie called "Hundred Years of Solitude". She always said that when we have time, we will chat and she will tell me about her life.

One day when I was home from the holidays this year, I held grandma's hand and sat on the sofa. The puppy Yuan Yuan jumped on her lap. I said, I wanted to hear her story.

I asked her about starting work, knowing my grandfather, and her parents, but grandma only gave her a few perfunctory sentences. I wanted to ask deeply, but she frowned: Why do you always ask these things now?

I spoiled: Didn't you say you wanted to tell me a "Hundred Years of Solitude"? She sighed and shook her head: I don't want to talk anymore, I don't want to talk anymore.

Many secrets of a person's life are buried in the bottom of his heart, and he still stops talking when he wants to talk.

This was the last time I had a face-to-face chat with grandma. Half a year later, grandma left and her voice was never heard again.

I have a lot of memories with my grandma. I cried into tears when sorting out the materials these two days.

Every memory has become out of print.

Life is like a dream, too fast.

We can no longer travel together.

Grandma, will you still miss us when you reach heaven?

In another world, will someone like me make you happy and make you laugh?

I put my hands on my head by the French window, stretched my feet into the sky, and did a headstand.

I don't remember where I've heard this saying: When you want to cry, just stand on your head, and the tears that were originally about to flow will no longer flow.

It seems that this sentence is deceiving. Tears are clearly still flowing down her face and face.

Grandma's memory will be eradicated from the memory of the world. Everything grandma has experienced will never be repeated, because individuals destined to endure a century of loneliness will not have a second chance to appear on earth.

Grandma, I miss you so much, you know?