then spring comes

2016 is a good year for cherries. The cherries in this year are particularly big and sweet.It’s the season when cherries are ripe. On the way home from work, you can see many temporary vendors selling cherries on both sides of the road. The crystal clear cherries are placed in baskets, red and purple, plump, tender and juicy. Makes people hungry.Every time I go home from get off work, I buy a little bit, but because of the hot nature of cherries, Jinjin would get nosebleeds the next day after eating cherries when I was a child. I can’t buy too much every time.

After lunch on a Sunday in May, Jinjin finished his homework. Everyone felt that it was a waste of money to stay at home on such a sunny day. It was a pity to waste such good sunlight and air. So we decided to go to Cherry Valley to pick cherries to eat. Huang Linhui drove me, Jinjin, An'an, grandma, aunt and Bingbing to Cherry Valley together, let's go!

The modern boy in the car, 12-year-old Jinjin, is narcissistic by shaking his head to the rhythm of the MP3, and the one-and-a-half-year-old Da’an probably suffers from motion sickness. , but couldn't stand the food temptation of grandma and aunt, and the two-year-old cousin Bingbing stuffed her mouth full, eating and throwing it, making a mess in the car!But we don't care, as long as Da'an doesn't cry, we can do anything!Our bustling car happily headed towards Cherry Valley!

In a blink of an eye, this place that has clearly appeared in my painful and happy dreams and sour memories countless times in the past ten years is close at hand.Because of the company of relatives, I no longer reject this place. I mustered up the courage to set foot on this land again.It is still the warm and gentle spring breeze, and the fresh and earthy fragrance of rape blossoms. I greedily breathe the once-familiar air. Wherever my eyes go, there are green mountains, green waters and picturesque scenery. The scenery here is obviously completely different from the scene when I first came here. We also came to Cherry Valley that afternoon, but why is it completely different from the current Cherry Valley?There is no point that can match the number, and no surface can overlap with that afternoon 10 years ago. Has this place changed so much?Or is my memory blurred and I can no longer remember what it used to be like?I just feel that everything is not the same now. After all, this is just a place I stumbled into on an ordinary afternoon 10 years ago!

On the morning of June 2004, 6, a normal summer noon, my father went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. I held Jinjin, who was less than one year old, and played on my mother’s bed. My mother looked at Jinjin lovingly and grabbed the bed. The head was going back and forth, reminding me to hold the child well and be careful not to fall. The neighbor's aunt was still chatting with my mother, and my mother said to her: "Hurry up and go home, it will be noon soon, your wife can take care of the child alone." It's easy, go back and cook for your grandson!" The aunt said: "Okay, then I will come to see you in the afternoon." After speaking, she got up and went home.

After eleven o'clock, the second uncle came, and he sat on the sofa in front of my mother's bed and chatted with her about homework. I asked the little nanny at home to take Jinjin to enjoy the shade under the big tree downstairs, and I sat on my mother's bed. I talked with my second uncle together on the edge of the bed, and while chatting, I felt that something was wrong with my mother, so I held her hand tightly, and she leaned on the pillow at the head of the bed with half-closed eyes, just like that, I slowly I feel that her hands are cold, her arms are cold, her feet are cold, her calves are cold, her knees are cold, but I still hold her hand tightly. I want to give her the strength and courage to fight against the disease!My brother called the doctor in the community, he looked into my mother's eyes, and then whispered in my brother's ear: "It's no good, let's prepare for the funeral!" I was stunned, how could it be possible?That big living person who was just asking about his relatives and friends was dragged away from my hand by the god of death in this quarter of an hour?