Answers to the Chinese final exam questions in the second volume of the fourth grade of primary school (New Curriculum Standard of People's Education Edition)

When Grandpa began to taste the aged Longjing brewed four times, undertaker had gradually dispersed. My mother held my hand tightly and bid farewell to this land where I was born and raised. I smiled slightly. It turns out that there is no eternal hometown, and we are always passers-by.

After dealing with grandma's funeral, grandpa no longer missed this land that left countless memories, and obediently followed us to the city. However, walking on the cobblestone path, I saw my grandfather's back countless times. That kind of deep attachment and unspeakable helplessness finally turned into a muddy tear and slowly flowed back to my heart.

Goodbye, I heard these two words.

Grandpa in the city still gets up early every day. This is somewhat different in a city accustomed to nightlife and disdaining the morning sunshine. However, grandpa doesn't care about those strange eyes, and still wears old blue overalls that are washed white every day and shuttles through the community. He cultivated a flower field in the wasteland in front of the building, sowed all kinds of strange seeds, and waited every day with a serious face, as if he were completing a sacred mission.

Only I know grandpa's loneliness. Because I also have such loneliness. I miss the old house in my hometown. Every morning, the euphemistic sound of warblers, the mournful moan of wooden stairs, the tiny sunshine scattered through the green bamboo forest, and the unforgettable earthy breath with a faint fragrance.

I can't find such a simple and pure smiling face in this piece of reinforced concrete. Every time I see grandpa waving his hand and putting it helplessly under the cold brush, I always have an impulse to cry.

At that time, my grandfather was a green leaf and full of energy. He can temporarily leave his roots and wander in the distance, looking for his own scenery. Now, however, this green leaf has quietly withered, and he needs to go back and stay in his hometown forever.

It was grandpa's eightieth birthday, so my relatives and friends got together. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't find grandpa. I got up quietly and walked out of the banquet hall. I saw my grandfather wandering in the corner window. I went over to shake hands with grandpa. Grandpa moved his lips and said, "I want to go home." Like a sheltered child looking for a home.

"Well, let's go home together." I saw my own shadow in my grandfather. Everyone is a green leaf. No matter how far it floats, it has been deeply branded by that land. Yes, this is the helpless and sweet fate of every green leaf.

Then, let's work hard with our feelings for the roots, and then go home hand in hand before sunset.