<To pick the corn in the afternoon>
Description:
This is a small story based on my personal experience.
The story describes a little girl and her grandmother go to pick corn one afternoon. Grandmother is both capable and brave in the eyes of the little girl. But with the passage of time, the grandmother has been unable to be the same as in those days, all this seems to happen in a moment, as if is the story of the little girl dazed moment.
The story expresses feelings about the passage of time through a simple experience, Hope to convey the feelings of cherishing the time spent with loved ones.
To grandma
——from your granddaughter who didn't get to see you again this summer
I remember that we walked along the mud road far away.
Through the fields of one after another,Go pick corn.
I remember that grandma could recognize her own field from afarin these identical fields.
I remember looking out from the cornfield higher than me,
I could see the very blue sky and grandma’s head.
I remember that my grandma was not afraid of anything.
The horrible caterpillar, the sharp blade,she is not afraid at all.
I remember that it was just a normal afternoon,
and it was no different from other afternoons.
I remember that my grandma picked up a large basket of corn,
and we went back the same way, passing through one field after another.
I remember my grandma walking in front of me,
some butterflies flying over our heads and making a rustling voice.
I suddenly felt very sad, so I looked up for a while.
Or maybe for a long time.
When I came to myself, my grandma had already left me so far away.
I remember the afternoon when I went to pick corn with my grandmother,
but my grandma had forgotten it.
Mom said that grandma has not remembered a lot of things.
We didn't have much time together
Even if it is me, I can only remember the afternoon when I went to pick corn with my grandma.
That afternoon, seeing butterfly in a daze, I ran up to her and asked her, "why don't you wait for me?"
Grandma said with a smile, if you don't hurry, it will be dark.
