Grandparents are the hardest people around.

Love is a kind of happiness, love is a kind of strength, and love is also a kind of concern. It is because of love that life shines.

Six years of spring and autumn have passed quietly. Looking back suddenly, that kind of love is still like a beautiful and moving painting, which always reminds me. ...

I remember when I was a child, my grandfather was very ill. He is lying in bed, with a brown face and a thin body. Illness plagues him all day, tormenting him in all aspects. Although grandpa groans every day, his beloved granddaughter is always on his mind.

During grandpa's illness, I was unfortunately scalded by water, and my whole body was burning with pain. Every day, I moan in pain. Grandpa asks me how I am every morning. Every time I feel pain, he is anxious.

That morning, grandpa's concern and greetings came from my ear, but at that time my body hurt again. In order not to let grandpa worry, I endured the pain and said, "Nothing, don't worry." The voice was so weak that sweat as big as beans slipped from my face. I finally couldn't help it. A moan spread throughout the room. Grandpa, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, heard my moaning and asked anxiously, "What's the matter with you?" However, he replied that I groaned in pain. Grandpa was anxious and said in a very powerful voice, "It's okay, granddaughter, grandpa is coming!" " "At the moment, I was shocked. That's what my grandfather used to say when I was in trouble when I was a child. Just as I was thinking about this question, my grandfather heard the sound of breaking the cup. I quickly ran to grandpa to hold back the pain, helped him up and said, "What's the matter? Are you all right! " I looked at my grandfather's face and huge sweat rolled down. I choked with tears and said, "It's all my fault! If only I were not sick, I could take care of you. I just wanted to call your mother, but I broke the cup. My hands are really useless. "

Grandpa cried while beating his hand, and a tear appeared in his eyes. Suddenly he seemed to remember something, looked at me with anxious eyes and said, "Granddaughter, how are you?" I said excitedly, "much better, nothing, I'm fine." I helped grandpa up and let him lie in bed. He closed his eyes and his dark yellow face showed a trace of satisfaction. A smile appeared on his face, but tears still hung around his eyes. Looking at grandpa, I cried, crying very sadly, and was moved by grandpa's infinite love.

However, when I fully recovered that morning, my grandfather told me many things. I joked with him, but I didn't notice the pale face and stiff smile. I didn't realize that death had called him. In the afternoon, grandpa passed away peacefully, and I stood by the bed. Just as my grandmother hugged me and cried, I began to cry loudly. I looked at my grandfather in a daze, but there was no luster or strength there. Grandpa is dead, really dead.

Spring silkworms died, but they left behind luxurious silk; Thrushcross flew away, but the wonderful singing made people remember; Flowers withered, but left a wisp of fragrance; The thunderstorm passed, but colorful Changhong was left behind. Grandpa left, but he left me unforgettable memories and made me feel the love that will never die.