Recall my grandfather.

Grandpa has been away for nearly thirteen years, and his children and grandchildren often miss him, including me.

Grandpa lost his mother when he was young and her mother remarried. He and his younger brother grew up around their uncles in the family and tasted the ups and downs of life early. Grandpa didn't go to school for a day and didn't know a few words, but he tried his best to support a family of six children.

When he was eleven or twelve years old, grandpa had to carry the burden to mow the grass on the mountain 30 kilometers away every day. When he recalled the scene at that time, there were still tears in his eyes. At that time, there was no pair of intact shoes. Grandpa climbed up and down in the mountains, and the jujube pricked the soles of his feet. When a layer grows, another layer will come out until a sore grows, slowly forcing the jujube thorns out. This is only a small fragment of my grandfather's tragic childhood. After grandma came in, grandpa was separated from home, and life gradually got better.

Perhaps suffering can temper people's will and stimulate their potential. Grandpa is always ready to help people around him and never asks for anything in return. He has a high reputation. Everyone is willing to talk to him. Later, he was elected as the captain of the village production team, opened a restaurant at home, planted a lot of land in the agricultural reclamation, and lived a relatively comfortable life. My mother recalled her childhood and said that at that time, all the villagers were rich peasants. When others were hungry, they had already eaten white-flour steamed bread.

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When my mother was eleven years old, she was digging sweet potatoes with my uncle in the field, and she was accidentally stuck on her head with my uncle's hoe. She fainted on the spot and was still unconscious when she came home. Grandpa decided to go to the best hospital in the city. The doctor told grandpa that her mother was badly injured in the brain and almost hopeless, and told her to give up. Grandpa knelt down and begged the doctor to save his child. She is only 1 1 years old. The doctor said helplessly: "There is no CT in hospitals in prefecture-level cities, so it is impossible to check. It is recommended to transfer to the provincial capital. " Grandpa has been crying: "If not, I can do it. Now that I am going to the provincial capital, my child's life will definitely stay halfway! " "Grandpa rarely went out of the village. I didn't know that CT was a relatively high-tech medical device at that time, and I didn't know where to get it, but the doctor finally took his mother over. On the second day of hospitalization, grandpa went home to get money and sold the bricks he was going to buy to build a house. People in the village are very confused. Many people advised my grandfather, "That's a baby girl. It's not worth spending so much money. How many years do you want to save these bricks? " "A baby girl is also a life, a child, a person!" Grandpa said firmly. Half a month later, my mother was discharged from the hospital, and when she got home, my mother's eyes could not be seen again. My grandfather kept repeating, "What can I do? I can't follow children all my life. "People in the street began to tell my grandfather that it was useless to spend so much money. At this time, my grandfather pushed his way through the crowd, packed his luggage and took my mother to the hospital. After living for nearly three months, my mother returned to normal. My mother spent all her savings in building a house at home. It was 1200 yuan 32 years ago. My grandfather insisted and pulled her back from death. When I was a child, I climbed on my mother's shoulder and often wanted to touch the boneless wound on her head, but I didn't know there was such a heavy story hidden in it.

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When I was eight years old, my mother took my brother and sister to my grandmother's house. After lunch, the sky suddenly became dark, thunder rumbled, and then heavy rain poured down. Mother immediately stood up and went home, because the wheat at home was still drying outside, and the heavy rain had blinded her eyes. My grandfather doesn't agree with my mother's going back. It's a trivial matter that the wheat is washed away. People can't have anything. My stubborn mother ran in the heavy rain, and my brother and sister followed my grandfather. Grandpa kept calling his mother's name: "Silver, the wheat was washed away. I'll get it for you. Come back quickly." After chasing for more than two kilometers, grandpa suddenly fell into a quagmire and mom finally gave up.

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Once my mother came home, one of my uncle's children was not sensible and said to her mother, "Why did you come to my house again?" Grandpa immediately reprimanded: "Your aunt went back to her house. What do you mean by home? This is your aunt's home at any time. There is a saying that "parents are there, and home is always there." "I can understand my mother's mood at that time.

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When I was in junior high school, I was close to my grandfather's house and often went to his house for dinner. At that time, my grandfather had two sheep and went to the nearby hillside to graze them every day. Every time I go home, grandpa always pours a lot of Zizyphus jujuba from my pocket, or puts it in a jar that only the two of us know. Zizyphus jujuba was especially sweet at that time. Since then, I have never eaten such delicious Zizyphus jujuba, which was born and raised on the hillside.

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When I was a freshman, a classmate who had some relatives with me accidentally said that her mother had gone to see my grandfather. I just said that grandpa was in poor health, and as a result, she gently told me that grandpa had left. I suddenly feel very sad, very sad. It was the first time I lost someone close to me, but I didn't have a chance to see filial piety off. Maybe people thought a granddaughter was not important at that time.

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Before grandpa left, his mother accompanied him. She said that grandpa had been coming down from the bed and went to the door to watch. It was waiting for my uncle in Yunnan, and he was relieved when the child came back. At that moment, his family was so complete that it seemed to go back many years ago. Grandpa tried his best to shoulder the childhood of six children.

On the second day of every year, when we get together, my mother always lights a column of incense in front of grandpa's photo and kneels down to eat three heads. I know that's my mother's unique way of missing.

Grandpa raised six children in his life and gave them a relatively good family environment with his strong shoulders. His love for children is priceless and different, and they miss him differently, but I know that there is a feeling that blood is thicker than water and a memorial that will remain in my heart forever.