"Grandpa" Modern Poetry

"Grandpa" Modern Poetry 1

When I was a child, in the cold winter

Grandpa was roasting sweet potatoes by the stove

I would sit with Grandpa on his legs

Playing his beard playfully

And braiding his beard

Then, using his little hands to dig into his pocket

Look to see if there are a few pennies inside

His coarse cloth pocket was ripped out

Just like the wall leaking cold air

Later, I When I grew up, I came to the city

Grandpa’s stove, sweet potatoes, pockets

and the cents with body temperature

have always been in my memory

Never faded, never grew old

Became the chant of my poetry

Now, I am also a grandfather

But there is no grandfather The stove, the beard

The cents have long been ignored

I sit on the warm sofa

Enjoy the air conditioner, oven, and watch TV

Put snacks and banknotes in your pocket

Waiting for your well-behaved grandson

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On that frosty or snowy morning

You came back from carrying salt from a village five miles away

It was all white

Filling the most primitive memories in my mind

Your eyes were still bright at that time

Your body was still strong at that time

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I like to follow you to herd cattle

In the fields in the early spring

The fragrance of earth is everywhere

Warm Under the warm sunshine

My young heart seemed particularly passionate

I used the melon seeds in the field as a quilt

I lay on it and slept lazily

The sun sets

You asked me to go back

But I ran into the rape field

Playing a hide-and-seek game with you

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Cicadas are calling

The popsicle seller is here too

I saw you coming out of the cigarette bag

Take out a small wad of money

Count again and again to get enough money for a popsicle

You only buy one popsicle every time

Me I asked you why you don’t eat

You said you were afraid that the ice would damage your teeth

Did you ever know that you were afraid of spending more money

Did you ever know that you didn’t have any extra money? Popsicle money

Because you have been on the poverty train all your life

You only had a few full meals when you were almost at the terminal

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When the frost forest is drunk

I will follow you to climb mountains and wade in rivers

to look for traces of wild fruits

Whenever I harvest some wild fruits When the fruit comes out

When I’m full

You will try it yourself

I ask you if it tastes good

You reveal It’s sweet to say it with a smile

And it doesn’t cost money

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Is money really that important?

Wait until I understand When this is true

Your eyes missed the best time for treatment in that winter

Although your eyesight is getting worse

But you are still on crutches

Herding cattle

Still using a cane to cut grass

Still using a cane to chop wood

But you have to take me with you every time

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Because I can help you lead the way

From now on I become your shadow

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I went to school

I asked you what was written in the new book

You sighed and said

Grandpa can’t see clearly

Even if he can You don’t even know a few words

You should study hard and become a scholar in the future

Then you turned around

I saw you wiping your eyes

It was to wipe tears

But you said they were grains of sand

My young heart

I could feel your pity at that time

From then on, I learned to care

Every time I eat, I will serve you a big bowl first

Every time I eat watermelon, I will cut the middle part One piece for you

Every time I buy a popsicle, I will buy you one too

When I was in high school, I even let you eat instant noodles

I bought a TV at home and you said you couldn’t see it, so you didn’t want to watch it

I pulled you and said you would be able to see it if you sat at the front

You tried watching it for a while and said

Can see people’s shadows and hear people talking

I laughed

But you cried

(7)

When I was in fifth grade

I was admitted to the central primary school in the town

I couldn’t take care of you anymore because I was sent to school

In the days to come

Your health is getting worse

That cold winter night

Your cough is very severe

The family is discussing helping you Making a shroud

That night I hid in bed and cried

(8)

What are the regrets in life

Maybe many, many

In the days when you were fighting against the disease

I saw the fragility of life

That night you kept moaning in pain

You called my name many times and asked me to help you go to the toilet

I helped you patiently the first two times

But in the second half of the night you were still there Shouting

I don’t know whether it was the cold or sleep that aroused my anger

I rushed into your room

and pulled you hard from the bed Come down

There seems to be something cursed in your mouth

Your eyes can't see in the first place

But I pulled you and ran out of the room

Only when I was under the lamp

I felt your skinny hands

did my heart calm down again

Slowly, a little more rose up in my heart Sourness

I regretted my actions at the time

I just didn’t know that this heartache would continue to this day

On an autumn day half a year later

You passed away in pain

Listen to mother

You still read my name when you were dying

I came back I only see your skinny face at home

That’s the thinnest face I’ve ever seen in the world

I didn’t cry

Maybe that’s because you let me The reason why I turned grief into strength

You are gone

You no longer have to cut grass and herd cattle

But now

On the road to spring

I can still feel your breath

You are gone

You no longer have to save money to buy popsicles for me

But on hot days

I always think of those affectionate eyes

You are gone

You no longer have to accompany me to pick them Wild fruits

But in the harvest season

I always think of that long-lost smiling face

(9)

Qingming Festival A mountain village in season

Taking over the emptiness in the distance

I’m here to see you, grandpa

Many years of wandering in a foreign land

Only at this moment Stop

When I’m at home

I can still burn a few pieces of paper money for you

But after I leave home

I can’t offer condolences to you A blank piece of paper

I am here today

And I also brought your grandson-in-law and great-grandson with me

Your great-grandson is very obedient

He knew he was visiting his grandpa

So he personally picked a lot of wild flowers for you

I believe you can protect him from growing up safely

I'm here too

Grandpa under the Nine Springs

I beg you to forgive me for breaking your heart in the last days of your life

Spring is warm

The flowers are fragrant

Next year's Qingming Festival

I will erect a monument for you "Grandpa" Modern Poetry 3

Grandpa's old man House

Grandpa’s old house collapsed,

Dad said there was no need to repair it,

Every fragment of time,

will eventually become History,

What has passed is passed,

There is no turning back.

Grandpa is gone

Grandpa is gone,

I didn’t cry,

But my heart was sad,

The injury was very serious.

It's like being pricked by a thousand needles,

There are also many ropes pulling on it,

It hurts, it hurts.

The pomegranate flowers are blooming again.

The pomegranate flowers are blooming again.

They are bright red.

It is very dazzling.

In this hot summer of June,

It seems to compete with the sun.

But grandpa is gone,

No one is looking after him,

In October,

They will still burst into laughter. Mouth?

The rice grains on the table

On the dinner table,

A lot of rice grains came out of my nephew’s bowl,

I looked at it,

Don’t know what to do?

When I was a child,

Every time a grain of rice fell into my bowl,

My grandpa would pick it up one by one,

Eat it yourself.

Talking while eating,

Rice is the result of their hard work,

Not a single grain should be wasted.

In fact, I know better that

Rice is not only the fruit of my grandfather’s hard work,

it is also the sustenance of his life.

Grandpa’s crutches

I don’t know when it will start.

Grandpa will also need to use crutches.

The countryside may be bumpy or rugged roads,

There is always the dragon-head crutch to accompany grandpa.

Many years have passed,

I have never seen my grandfather fall.

When grandpa left,

I watched the crutch fall down,

When it hit the ground,

The faucet also broke. .

On the way to see off

The queue to see off grandpa was very long,

From the entrance of the village to the back mountain.

Many people are crying,

There are also many people laughing.

Those who cry are in pain,

Those who laugh hope to be blessings.

Cemetery

Grandpa’s cemetery is on a sandy hill behind,

A very clean place.

Surrounded by fields that he has cultivated all his life,

The fields are full of golden flowers,

Oily and golden.

I always thought,

Spring is green,

Now I know,

It turns out that spring in my hometown is yellow.

This spring,

The sky in my hometown is very clear and the grain is abundant.

Grandpa, go well,

Don’t be lonely anymore,

Don’t be reluctant to leave.

"Grandpa" Modern Poetry 4

I always like to watch my grandpa while eating

Using two chopsticks

Taking the trouble to eat in his own bowl

Picking up the spicy food

But not picking it up for a long time

Throughout the meal

Most of the time he kept his eyes closed

Chewing carefully in the mouth

Leisurely like an old cow chewing cud

As if chewing comfort

Chewing contentment

Always love Grandpa who no longer wants to go to the sea

Leaning on the cool afternoon after a summer meal

Having a comfortable nap under the sycamore tree

Bent and parted hands Legs

From time to time, he made a mistake

and then fell asleep again

Look at the way he fell asleep

He must have been thinking about the lack of food yesterday. Wearing Nianpan

And cherishing the satiety of today’s rice and white noodles

He must still be cherishing yesterday’s old friend

The sea and wind and waves

Fish hooks and nets

And

It is not easy to return to the full warehouse

Back with that rich and fragrant pillow again

The ocean In the small pot of fish and crabs

The strong and lingering taste...

From the occasional murmur in the dream

It also seemed You can hear him sighing

The fish and shrimps nowadays

are as few as the pitiful ones in his heart

Not worth mentioning

Yes The memory of the sea once being rich

Just like he doesn’t bother to eat those small fish and shrimps

To this day

Those old friends who worked hard with him

They all gave up their hard work and walked towards the age when they should leave

They left one after another

Therefore

This also became Grandpa’s helpless loneliness

So

He is always used to sitting in the feeling of the season

And looking back

Standing like a stone

Every time I visit the grave

My grandfather would rarely hum an unknown tune

I also know

My grandma died young and young

In that tune

I can clearly hear a heart-wrenching love

From the action of grandpa mending nets

And he can also repair stones. The method of grinding

I believe in the old man's praise

Whether he is on the sea

or working hard at home

Grandpa should be A clever man

This is also a recognition

Perhaps it is based on these

that he will nag more to future generations

I don’t care about this

I don’t care about that

But I don’t know that others will be annoyed

This

is also related to his age

I rarely hear my grandpa talk about stories about the sea

But occasionally

I talk about it a little

I always like to work with my grandpa. Farm work

When harvesting peanuts

In the field

I like to write a tired character before I fall asleep

I like to write a refreshing character If there are any questions, just do it

Grandpa never urges or blames

It’s just like an old clock swinging

Do it without any rush or slowness or rest

Let me watch his back at work

If

Mountain

Always stalwart "Grandpa" Modern Poetry 5

About that young man, he was in his prime.

About the old man, he went through many hardships.

The story about the young man and the old man.

The wild geese fly south and the leaves wither. In this season, the only thing we want to save is life.

Old man, what’s wrong with your body? Actually, I don’t know, I just know it’s disabled.

The old man’s life gradually became unbearable.

The delay in taking medicine slowly becomes futile.

How long has it been since I visited the elderly? It’s been a week, 7 days, 168 hours, 10080 minutes, and 604800 seconds.

I want to see it, but I don’t dare to go. So cowardly.

I don’t know what to say, I don’t know if he still remembers me.

The first few times I went there, he always looked at me with hazy eyes, not sure if he knew who I was.

When he looked at me later, he was lying on the bed.

I’m afraid that you will really give up everything and leave.

The old house, the cigarette butts and well inside the house, and the family who once lived in it.

Yes, you can’t be so chic, then everything is your treasure.

I once asked you to live in a new house many times, but you refused.

The new house is too noisy. is that so.

Or maybe you are more reluctant to let go.

You like to talk about your past with me very much, which is very difficult.

There is often a moment when I get annoyed. Then he blurted it out in a perfunctory way.

You love to smoke cigarettes in the afternoon. You seemed to play chess in the past, and your body was always filled with a strong aroma of books.

Now when I think about things I didn’t want to remember before, most of them have been forgotten.

These days, I am still calm. The feeling of powerlessness buried deep in my heart only twitches at night.

Grandpa, I know you will be on the other side. Guard your treasure.

"Grandpa" Modern Poetry 6

Grandpa's road to heaven

The flowers on the other side are blooming for you

When the long road to heaven comes to an end

Angels come to guide you

Take you to the Wangxiang Terrace

Browse the Sansheng Stone

When you pick up Meng Po Soup

You will forget everything in this life

Grandpa, I still can’t believe the fact that you are gone

I am forcing myself not to face it

Even if I see Until you are already lying in that cold coffin

I still think that you are just absent from our future

Rather than...

Grandpa, you gave I have too many beautiful memories

I remember that when I was a child, I always loved to stick to you

I remember when I was in elementary school

you would always wake me up early. Go to school

Wait until I come back from school

You can eat with me again

Remember I always say Grandpa

Don’t drink too much, right? Poor health

You always said that if one day grandpa can no longer drink

then grandpa will be gone

But now I can no longer say grandpa to you

Don’t drink too much

It’s not good for your health

Remember that you will always teach me

Tell me to be obedient and tell me to study hard

I remember that I would always go with you to get my hair cut

I remember that every time I got sick

you would ask grandpa to prescribe medicine for you

I remember that year when I learned to knit scarves

I will give you the first scarf I knitted right away

I remember the amulet I went to the temple to ask for this year

I also asked for one for you, let Buddha bless you

Remember, remember, remember, remember too many things

Grandpa, you are always so strong

Having been tortured by illness for more than ten years

You have never said pain

We all know your pain

We know that you have suffered from illness Tired of torture

Grandpa, now you are free

You will no longer suffer from the pain

But we have to bear the fact that you are gone

Grandpa, since I was in high school

I have never been able to accompany you properly

Every time I buy you something you like to eat

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I left in a hurry

Grandpa, I am repenting

Please forgive me

Forgive me for not accompanying you as well as before

Chat with you.

Now my confession is useless

I will regret it for the rest of my life

Grandpa, you left so suddenly

Let me Caught off guard

Why did God take you away

Want you to go on the road alone?

Looking at the things that belong to you in the room are no longer there

Only the glasses and the few photos are left

I miss the furnishings in your room

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I miss your breath in the room

There is nothing now

You will leave us forever

Grandpa, everything Everyone who knows you says you are kind

Grandpa, did you hear that?

Grandpa, the road to heaven

You have to walk it well

I will be your good granddaughter in the next life.

"Grandpa" Modern Poetry 7

Mourning for Grandpa

Remembering this day last year

The pear tree in the yard bears flowers

But I can no longer pester you to pick one for me

I remember the shiny bronze pipe you polished

But I can’t pick it up again and put it for you Full of tobacco leaves

I remember the sunset under the sunset

You said it was the destination of your old age

I remember your tired body

You said it was too old and useless

Remember the copper coins you gave me

You said I would wear them on my body to use copper to hone my character

Remember your gentle words

Remember your bright copper pipe

Remember you taught me how to be a man

Remember how disrespectful you were No matter how much love you give up...

Summer is gone!

I also took you there

To the sunset beside the sunset

There must be the pear tree in our yard there

There must be endless dry cigarettes for you to smoke

I think the twinkling stars beside the moon

must be the flickering fire in your pipe

You'll be watching us from up there, right?

Autumn is here

It comes in a sad place

The leaves of the pear trees in the yard have also fallen one after another

I know that tree The pear tree you planted by yourself is also missing you. Is that why my grandfather is like this?

Grandpa, do you know?

Grandpa, can you hear your grandson’s call?

Grandpa, can you see the tears he accidentally shed when he stood under the pear tree and picked pears for you?

Grandpa. I. . . Your grandson...

He will wear the things you gave him forever

Just like he will keep you in his heart forever

I will never forget it in this life

I will never forget it in my life

Grandpa... Grandpa...

My grandson wants to you!