The Brave moments in the dream
A long time ago we were in the deep mountains, that year grandmother was eighty-eight years old, I decided to take her away. I packed my bags and walked with Grandma to the side of the dirt highway to wait for the bus, and waited for a long, long time. I said to Grandma, "From now on, you will follow me and live with me in Urumqi." I had planned how the two of us would live and what kind of house we would rent. Grandmother gently agreed, but said nothing. Only later did she say, "It's not that I don't want to be with you. I am afraid of dragging you down." I couldn't stop the tears, but I said, "Grandma, we'll live together, don't be afraid." Then the car came and we got in. I was seasick and kept getting out of the car and vomiting along the way. Grandmother also followed and got out of the car to rub my back. Then the car passed by a small wilderness store, we got off to rest. The store only offers fried fish, so I bought some for my grandmother. Grandma had never eaten anything fishy, but she ate a lot that day. We rode for seven or eight hours in a row through the mountains and forests, and we were all tired and hungry from the bumpy ride.
