An old man in a family is better than a treasure.

Everyone will grow old one day. Therefore, there are elderly people in every family. As the saying goes, having an old Sai in the family is like a treasure. However, when people get old, they are like children, and they occasionally make jokes. My grandfather is over 80 years old this year and now lives with us. In the process of getting along with us in daily life, some interesting things have happened.

Grandpa, like many old people, likes to grow flowers. His family likes him and always brings him some potted plants and flower pots. He is very happy every time he receives them. After all, it is his children and grandchildren who love them. Because of his wishes, there will be a lot of flowers and plants and some empty flower pots at home. Sometimes my father will joke and say that fortunately he has moved to a new home and has room to put them. If he didn’t know where to put so many things before, .

Grandpa gets up every morning to do morning exercises. Sometimes when he passes by the market, he sees someone selling flower seedlings. I don’t know why, but he can always buy his favorite flower seedlings at a lower price. I don’t know if it is. The person who sells it thinks it's cheap only when he's older. Sometimes the flower seedlings that grandpa may bring back look ugly, and we feel that they cannot be fed, but grandpa can always feed them. For this reason, we always jokingly call him a flower farmer.

About this flower, I also had an interesting incident with my grandfather. Grandpa doesn’t have a fixed variety of flowers. He prefers to do whatever he wants. Once he bought tuberose at home. The whole house smelled so good at night that I couldn’t stand it. Fortunately, there were no snakes nearby, otherwise tuberose would be Plant that attracts snakes. Later, after some persuasion from us, he was allowed to remove the tuberose.

It is undeniable that except for tuberose, the other flowers planted by my grandfather are quite ornamental. Therefore, every time the flowers bloom, I will take pictures and keep them. After a long time, I will record them on my mobile phone. There are a lot of photos of flowers left in the house, but Grandpa doesn’t know.

During the Chinese New Year, because I was at home during the holidays and had nothing to do, I was looking at the photo album. As I looked at it, I found that there were so many photos of flowers, and then I found some of them and posted them. In the circle of friends, you get countless likes. Later, several aunts talked about this matter when talking to grandpa on the phone, which made grandpa proud. After that incident, whenever grandpa's flowers bloomed, without me having to find them, grandpa would tell me immediately and let me take pictures, as if he had found a gay comrade.

In addition to his hobby of growing flowers, grandpa also likes to grow vegetables. When my grandfather was young, he was a farmer and had a special affection for the land. Even at such an old age, he still wanted to grow something, so the family tried their best to satisfy him. This year, for some reason, he wanted to grow winter melons, okay? , it is troublesome to build a shed or something to grow winter melons, but if you want to plant them, you can just plant them.

Maybe because of the flowers, my grandfather regarded me as a photographer for his planting business. After planting winter melons, he always took me to admire his vegetable garden, and he always told me that he had invested in it. With so much energy, the melons will be bigger and more delicious than those on the market in the future. I also plan to send some to my uncles, aunts and uncles, as if the melons have been harvested. As a result, I don’t know whether it was due to planting or something else, but the flowers on the melon vines kept blooming, but the fruits were not seen, which made grandpa very anxious. So, every day when I got off work, I could only find my grandfather on the melon vine. Later, a small melon really grew. I thought I finally had it, but my grandfather even took me to take a 360-degree photo of the small melon. Commemorate a historic moment.

Later, I don’t know why, the small melons that grew up fell off on their own, and the melon vines gradually withered. I felt quite depressed at the time, after all, we had witnessed this experience together. , there was hope and then it was gone. But now that I think about it, it’s quite funny. My mother sometimes teases us because we are too active and scare away the melons that finally grow.