Grandpa’s mango tree...

Looking at the mango tree in the yard, I fell into deep contemplation again... because that tree means a lot to me...

I am a foodie, and I am especially passionate about mangoes. When I was a child, I would always run to the trunk of a tree with my brother, and look up with big eyes, looking at the mangoes wrapped in green peels, and the desire to eat them came from the bottom of my heart. At that time, I I would run into the house to find my grandpa, take his arm and shake him, coquettishly, and ask him to pick it for me. Grandpa would always smile and say to me: "The mangoes are not ripe yet, so you can't eat them now." Oh, grandpa will pick it for you when it’s ripe. Choose the biggest and sweetest one.” I was young at that time and didn’t know how to judge whether a mango was ripe, so I would get angry with grandpa. If you show him an unhappy look, he will pull out delicious candies from his pocket and hand them to me like magic. I am really a child who loves sweets and is easily satisfied, so when I am a grandpa, After giving me candy, all my unhappiness was forgotten.

When I entered elementary school, I gradually forgot about my grandpa’s promise to pick me mangoes. Even though I was only fifty meters away from my grandpa’s house, I still never spared that short half hour. , to visit grandpa. Later, my grandma called me, and I finally put down my homework and came to my grandpa's house. Grandpa at that time was like a child, eager to see my arrival. A smile spread unreservedly on Grandpa's cheeks. At this time, Grandpa took out five yellow mangoes from the cabinet and said to me: "Qiqi, these are the mangoes that Grandpa promised to give you before. Here, here. You." Tears flowed down my face quietly. I never thought that my childhood joke would become a sacred promise to my grandpa. This is the love my grandpa has for his granddaughter. The mango tree witnesses all this.

The mango tree was planted by my grandfather himself. It contains grandpa's sweat and smells like grandpa. After fifth grade, I began to have my own troubles, and my grandfather’s mango tree became my loyal listener. Whenever I feel sad, I always go to the yard, stroke the thick trunk of the mango tree, and tell it under the cover of the green leaves... That mango tree, to me, is more than just A tree, but a friend and a confidant.

In 2018, my grandfather left me. I was in school at that time, and I didn’t even see my grandfather for the last time. I used to think that death was very far away from my family... But my grandfather's death made me mature and let me know how to cherish the present, everyone and everything now. Grandpa's mango tree is like grandpa, accompanying me and watching me step by step towards my own life. The mango tree planted by my grandfather personally witnessed my grandfather’s life, recorded my grandfather’s hard work and listened to my thoughts, and also represented the deep love between ancestors and grandchildren...

Grandpa’s love for me Trees are really, really important to me. Looking at that tree, I thought of my grandfather again...