My OperaMy beloved great-grandmother--the essay about the Tomb-Sweeping festival
Sunday, December 4, 2011 3:09:31 PM
My great-grandma was born in the unstable time when Taiwan under the Japanese rule that many people in Taiwan were in the fear of the cruel and severe colonists. Situating in the threatening circumstances, citizen could do in the weekdays was to devote themselves to the orchards or the farmlands instead of criticizing the government. There’s no exception for my great-grandma, thus she labored in the farmland with her husband for the sake of bringing up my grandpa and paying for the expensive tax – a method that the colonists exploited innocent plebs. Nonetheless, some magnificent plans that the government implemented were worthwhile and praised: like the mandatory education. As a result, my great-grandma could read and speak Japanese but couldn’t read and even speak Chinese. After hard working for a long time, the Japanese were ultimately driven out of Taiwan and then a brand new era started.
Besides enjoying the relative freedom in Taiwan, she had to work hard as what she did under the rein of the Japanese and bring up her grandchildren! Selling a part of her farmlands to support the tuition of her four grandchildren, she maintained the whole household by herself after my great-grandpa passed away. What she worried about was the security of the four grandchildren and tried her best to make both ends meet in every month.
In normal condition, she could fully relax after her grandchildren had turned into adults. However, my great-grandma also brought me up because my parents were too busy to take care of me. I used to play with her in the park – to be honest, I ran and jumped surrounding her for her was too old to move energetically – and voraciously eat what she cook. In my opinion, the food she cooked was the most delicious and they can always sharply increase my appetite. Sleeping, playing and eating with her until I studied in elementary school, I can’t forget the days with her company contributed me to dream about her in everyday night for a long time. Although I was not living with her anymore, my mom would bring me to visit almost per week.
With the time flies, I couldn’t call on her as usual when studying in senior high school. I did extremely regret for my excuse that made me less take care of her in that very winter (year 2007). One day morning when I studied, a phone call I get tell me that my great-grandma was unconscious owing to the cerebrum paralyzed. The abrupt incident was completely stunned me and my whole family. Rushing to the hospital, I couldn’t help but silently rolling down my tears. I didn’t know this day would come so fast; albeit, I had known she would leave me alone some day. She tranquilly lay on the bed for approximately three weeks and then passed away with no words or testament at all. I did hate myself for I couldn’t stay with her in her last period in the world just like her accompanied me in my childhood. Looking on her cobweb-like wrinkles and grey hairs, I knew that each wrinkle and each piece of hair symbolized the difficulties she had solved and the heartbroken events she had met. My tear droplets like cascade fell down my eyelids, checks and lips out of control; consequently dropped on the coffin.
I love her and miss her so much. Not until I lost my great-grandma did I know how I love her. I should have paid more time accompanied her and chatted with her. Losing the opportunity to say “I love you, great-grandma” to her, I also eager to have a hug with her one more time. Nevertheless, the things that I want to do with her can’t be a dream comes true.
There were many unforgettable memories we had created in the past, and now, those good old things have been etched in my mind eternally. Just like many people said:” Those who were dead were not dead, they were just in our mind”. I should not let this painful memory keep albatross around my neck. Instead, I should learn to live independently and demonstrate my lively adolescence to my great-grandma, telling her: “I live well now and hope you too, great-grandma.”
This is the essay i've writed in blog.co.uk
However, the ip in Taiwan have been rejected for entering the blog.
Besides enjoying the relative freedom in Taiwan, she had to work hard as what she did under the rein of the Japanese and bring up her grandchildren! Selling a part of her farmlands to support the tuition of her four grandchildren, she maintained the whole household by herself after my great-grandpa passed away. What she worried about was the security of the four grandchildren and tried her best to make both ends meet in every month.
In normal condition, she could fully relax after her grandchildren had turned into adults. However, my great-grandma also brought me up because my parents were too busy to take care of me. I used to play with her in the park – to be honest, I ran and jumped surrounding her for her was too old to move energetically – and voraciously eat what she cook. In my opinion, the food she cooked was the most delicious and they can always sharply increase my appetite. Sleeping, playing and eating with her until I studied in elementary school, I can’t forget the days with her company contributed me to dream about her in everyday night for a long time. Although I was not living with her anymore, my mom would bring me to visit almost per week.
With the time flies, I couldn’t call on her as usual when studying in senior high school. I did extremely regret for my excuse that made me less take care of her in that very winter (year 2007). One day morning when I studied, a phone call I get tell me that my great-grandma was unconscious owing to the cerebrum paralyzed. The abrupt incident was completely stunned me and my whole family. Rushing to the hospital, I couldn’t help but silently rolling down my tears. I didn’t know this day would come so fast; albeit, I had known she would leave me alone some day. She tranquilly lay on the bed for approximately three weeks and then passed away with no words or testament at all. I did hate myself for I couldn’t stay with her in her last period in the world just like her accompanied me in my childhood. Looking on her cobweb-like wrinkles and grey hairs, I knew that each wrinkle and each piece of hair symbolized the difficulties she had solved and the heartbroken events she had met. My tear droplets like cascade fell down my eyelids, checks and lips out of control; consequently dropped on the coffin.
I love her and miss her so much. Not until I lost my great-grandma did I know how I love her. I should have paid more time accompanied her and chatted with her. Losing the opportunity to say “I love you, great-grandma” to her, I also eager to have a hug with her one more time. Nevertheless, the things that I want to do with her can’t be a dream comes true.
There were many unforgettable memories we had created in the past, and now, those good old things have been etched in my mind eternally. Just like many people said:” Those who were dead were not dead, they were just in our mind”. I should not let this painful memory keep albatross around my neck. Instead, I should learn to live independently and demonstrate my lively adolescence to my great-grandma, telling her: “I live well now and hope you too, great-grandma.”
This is the essay i've writed in blog.co.uk
However, the ip in Taiwan have been rejected for entering the blog.
