I miss you, my grandfather's lyric prose.

The weather in summer is getting hotter and hotter. I had a long dream during the lunch break. I dreamed of my grandfather who had died for many years. In my dream, I still feel his love for me, so strong, but I don't know why. This dream is so vague that I can't see grandpa's face clearly anyway. When I wake up, I can't help being sad and crying.

Someone said, "The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird. One is in the sky and the other is deep in the sea. " And I think the furthest distance in the world is the distance between life and death. No matter how much I miss it, I can't see you again. What a painful thing it is. Our relatives were taken away by death one by one, and no matter how long you call them, they can't come back.

Grandpa has been dead for almost twenty years. When his old man was alive, his life was not as rich as it is now. Northerners like to eat green onions and garlic. I remember when I was eating, I picked the older leaves of green onions and threw them away. Grandpa repaired it for me, saying that I was too wasteful, and that although the green onion leaves are a little old, they can still be eaten, but they can't be thrown away! At that time, I had a big fight with my grandfather, saying that there was no shortage of green onions at home, and the old leaves of green onions began to turn white and tasted bad, so I stopped eating them!

Now sometimes I think of my grandfather's words when I eat green onions, and finally I understand him, because these old people live in a very difficult age, and their suffering is beyond our imagination. In those days of starvation, I heard my mother say that she ate leaves and bark when she was a child. In today's society, children have no worries about food and clothing. Listening to such stories is like a fantasy in their hearts, right?

From the beginning of geometry, the glorious tradition of hard work and simplicity was replaced by comparative waste? Geometrically speaking, the kind and simple folk customs are blocked by reinforced concrete? When did people become so cold? Cold as an Antarctic iceberg.

Although my grandfather lives in poverty, people love each other and live in harmony, even to the point where they don't pick up the road or close the door at night. When a family is in trouble, the whole village goes out. The warmth of human nature will often be mentioned to us by my grandfather many years later, so when I miss my grandfather, I often miss the warmth of that era.

Grandpa, my grandfather who died for many years! Although yin and yang are separated, it doesn't stop us from meeting in our dreams! In my dream, your smiling face still warms me deeply! In my dream, your love is still my deep attachment! Grandpa! I miss you!