Grandpa's my father, my mother and my family's "heavenly book"

Grandpa really beat the devil when he was a soldier. He carried a gun, fought a war, stepped on a thunder, and was injured.

Listen to my father: once, grandpa's class, on the way to March, entered a house at night, and an enemy shell came down and the whole army was wiped out. The scene is very painful. Grandpa has a gunshot wound to his leg, so he can't walk any more. He fell behind and only found his own life. ...

I remember this. I remember when I was a child, my grandmother once asked me to take my grandfather's disabled soldier's card to the team to help him get a pension. It seems that it is only a few tens of dollars a year, but it was already a big sum at that time. I also showed off to my friends more than once: "My grandfather was a soldier, fought a war, carried a gun, and was injured. He was a second-class disabled soldier ..."

As long as I can remember, grandpa has been an old man with a hunchback and gray hair. I was only eight or nine years old at that time, and I was still a girl with two slugs. I saw grandpa hunched badly, so I made up a jingle to make fun of him: "Grandpa, Grandpa, hunched back, carrying a big iron pot ..." Grandpa said with a silly smile: "I don't know anything about Steve's family. When I was young, I fought guerrilla warfare with the army, carrying cannons and iron pots, and drilling every day.

I suddenly feel that grandpa is so tall and powerful, and he is a great hero with indomitable spirit.

Grandpa's orchard is my childhood paradise.

At that time, grandpa lived in a small hut outside the village all the year round, guarding an orchard.

My uncle's elder sister and I went to the well at the entrance of the village every once in a while, tied the earthen pot and crock with a rope and helped him draw water from the well to eat. Occasionally, he would sneak into his orchard and hide under a big tree to "steal" the little green peaches he cared for. Grandpa found it several times and was inevitably scolded: "The little peach is not ripe yet. Is it delicious? " Just eat a few and ruin the whole floor. "

Sometimes we are at home with our younger brother, naughty and disobedient, beaten by our mother and father, and always like to hide in grandpa's orchard and let him take care of us. Grandpa will cook good food for us: boiled eggs, noodles, sugar blisters … and tell us beautiful fairy tales.

Climbing the trunk, playing hide and seek, grandpa's orchard, left our laughter, a string.

Picking fruits and eating melons, grandpa's orchard is full of our happiness, baskets.

Grandpa San is a restless man.

There is a toilet in the primary school auditorium in our village. Usually, people are paid to clean up. Sometimes people get drowned when they are lazy, and there is no place to step on their feet. Later, grandpa stopped this job. He not only asked for money, but also sent some fruits and vegetables to school the next day to express his gratitude. He wants to use these fertilizers to maintain his orchard and vegetable garden.

Since then, I can often see grandpa hunchback working hard on campus, and sometimes I can meet him head-on when I go to the toilet. I saw him carrying dirty and smelly dung, and he felt humiliated in front of his classmates. I advised him not to do this again, saying that his classmates laughed at him. Grandpa straightened up and wiped the sweat on the stubble and said, "Children are not sensible and talk nonsense. Don't worry about him. We are not ashamed of digging up dung. The land is a flower, and we all rely on dung to be the master. "

Grandpa worked all his life. At the age of 80, he is still plowing and growing vegetables beside the orchard. His mother advised him countless times: "There are plenty of gardens at home, and you can eat them. You are too old to be afraid of jokes. " Grandpa said, "Are you kidding? I'm exercising, exercising." In the later days, grandpa still dragged his hoe and worked in the fields every day, and the small wasteland was widened day by day.

If grandpa could live to this day, he would be over 100 years old. In the later days, grandpa still dragged his hoe and worked in the fields every day, and the small wasteland was widened day by day.

If grandpa could live to this day, he would be over 100 years old. Nowadays, whenever I study the lesson of Jiang Yang's Lao Wang and see the illustrations of the good man Lao Wang in the textbook, I can't help but think of my grandfather. ...

There are many treasures hidden in the hole in the wall of grandpa four.

Grandpa's short house in Kanyuan is made of stone. There are many small holes in the wall, some with oil and salt, some with needle and thread, and some with cigarette cases and tobacco bags. ...

I have a deaf-mute elder sister who seems to have taken too many drugs when she was a child. Later, she married an old, ugly, poor and lazy uncle. My uncle's family is very poor, and my grandfather sympathizes with them. Every time my cousin comes to play, grandpa will take out a small cloth bag from a hole in the wall, open one layer after another, and take out a little pocket money for my cousin to keep for school.

There is a thick "gobbledygook" hidden in the hole in grandpa's wall.

Once, I was curious and pestered my grandfather to watch. Grandpa said, "This is a sacred book. Ordinary people can't just look at it. You have to wash your little hands and insist on not eating a little bit of bacon and onions, ginger, garlic and leeks for 30 days before you can read. " Think about that time when there was not much oil and water. It should be easy to eat no meat for a month, but it seems a bit difficult not to eat onions, ginger, garlic and leeks, so I finally did it.

Grandpa also said: the books are all about kindness, compassion, filial piety and kindness, which our children's families can't understand. However, when I saw grandpa copying when he was free, I copied several thick books, all of which were neatly bound with needle and thread.

I guess, grandpa's "gobbledygook" must include "the beginning of life is good ..."

Grandpa five has a compassionate heart.

Grandma keeps some ducklings to lay eggs. Ducks love to go to the reservoir behind grandpa's orchard to catch tadpoles and eat shrimp. Once, I went to the reservoir with my brother of the same age, and spent an afternoon fishing a basin full of tadpoles with a nylon net and giving it to my grandmother to feed the ducklings. The next day, grandpa came home and found that he was distressed by these little lives and quietly fell back into the reservoir. Grandpa said, "Frogs are beneficial insects and specialize in catching pests. Every little tadpole can grow into a big frog. "

Another time, my brother caught two cicada monkeys (cicada larvae) and baked them on grandpa's earthen stove. One is fun, trying to play tricks on cicadas; Secondly, I am greedy, and I want to make a rare sumptuous meal. Cicada monkeys are like ants on a hot stove: one keeps crawling around and the other paw is upside down. Grandpa couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Don't burn it, it will hurt ..."

Grandpa's sympathy is well known. He never killed a chicken or a goose in his life except playing the devil.

Grandpa Liu Can writes beautiful calligraphy.

At that time, there were not many people in the village who knew Wen Xiaozi like grandpa. It seems that all the villagers in the village know that Grandpa has a "heavenly book". Whoever has a happy event or a funeral will ask grandpa to help write good news and documents.

On holidays, neighbors will come to grandpa with red paper to write Spring Festival couplets. Grandpa is very busy, and sometimes he can write on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. I also fart to help him hang the written Spring Festival couplets. From the kang, the house, the yard, and under the hawthorn tree outside the yard, the four corners are carefully pressed with pebbles to avoid being blown away by the wind. ...

This is also the happiest moment I look forward to in a year, because grandpa has started to write Spring Festival couplets, and the new year is coming. ...

Now that I think about it, I feel that my kindness, diligence and hard work are mostly influenced by my grandfather at that time.

Grandpa and I have telepathy.

When my grandfather died, I was studying abroad. One night, I dreamed that my grandmother, who had died for many years, washed pears and asked me to take them to grandpa. I mentioned this dream in my diary the next day.

When I came back from school holiday, I saw the word "filial piety" on my father's arm. I was surprised and asked, "What's the matter?" Dad choked and said, "Your grandfather passed away ..." In fact, I had already guessed that it was close, but I just didn't want to believe it.

For several nights in a row, I hid under the covers, secretly wiped my tears and missed my grandfather.

Later, when I looked through my diary, I saw a written record of sharing pears with my grandfather in my dream, which was only a few days.

Divide pears? Separation? Maybe it's just superstition. But grandpa's sudden death is a long-term pain in my heart.

Eight lords passed away in the spring.

In the spring of March, peach blossoms hung on the branches, but grandpa left.

Grandpa devoted his life to the Buddha and did good deeds and accumulated virtue all his life. As far as I can remember, he never ate meat, and later he even stopped eating eggs. He said: "Eggs have eyes and life. Eating them will affect the children's academic performance ..."

Mother recalled: Grandpa was "sitting" when he was old. He sat against the wall, closed his eyes, didn't sleep for three days and nights, didn't eat or drink. When he died, he was still chanting his birth name and said, "Help me put on the new cotton hat that Da Nizi bought me. Very warm ... "

Hearing this, I shed tears all over the floor, regretting that I didn't do more for my grandfather and complaining that my parents didn't tell me when my grandfather died. ...

Grandpa Jiu often said, "He who does good lives forever."

Grandpa is a good man, a good man, and I believe he must have driven a crane to the west. When I was a child, I saw a New Year picture posted on his bedside: a bearded man with a flat peach in one hand and a dragon cane in the other, with several cranes flying around him. ...

Good guys and bad guys; Whether good or evil, disease or death, this is a disaster that everyone can't escape. ...

Up to now, I haven't read my grandfather's gobbledygook, and I don't know what it looks like. Maybe it's just a thousand words, hundreds of surnames, disciples' rules, Tao Te Ching ... but I firmly believe that grandpa's "heavenly book" must record diligence and compassion, and write filial piety, kindness and beauty ...

Because, grandpa's words and deeds are teaching me-

No matter how hard life is, let's go up! Forward!

No matter how hard it is, it will be sunny! Warm!

No matter you are rich or poor, you must have a kind and beautiful heart!