Grandpa's beautiful essays

"astringent and warm family stories, the brushstrokes of memories are constantly intertwined, and a beautiful past is outlined. I envy him very much, because I don't know much about the shape of grandpa's love and the taste of being surrounded by it. Grandpa died of illness when I was three years old. My only memory of him is that in front of a small square table, my grandfather held me in his arms with one hand and kept stirring milk powder with the other hand, humming a ditty casually. Many times, in my dream, I tried to turn my head and see his face clearly, but I couldn't do it all the time … I woke up, turned over and waited for dawn! Life is long or short, and we can't keep those who love us and those we love forever. Since God arranged the meeting, it was only a matter of time before we left. What we can do is to feel and love with our hearts before waving goodbye ... In the next ten years, in my dreams, I vaguely remember who touched my face and comforted my half-life sorrow. Isn't it a kind of happiness ... "

-Listen to your friends.

I listened to Enoch's "Love in 80 Seconds", one minute is 60 seconds, and I just want to love you for another 20 seconds. This life is so short, but there are always some who extend their time infinitely and love me a little more infinitely. And I was like a smart fool all along, turning a blind eye to others.

I want to tell a story about grandpa.

Everyone in the family says that grandpa values sons over daughters, especially my incompetent father. In recent years, I have always heard my grandmother say that once when I was a child, I stood in the corridor and stood up to scold him. It's really lucky that my grandfather has a bad temper, but I can grow up safely. Because I was sent to my grandparents' house shortly after I was born, I have many memories. Now I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

The old couple are always quarrelling. If they are stubborn, their parents will disown them. Grandma said grandpa really hit the child and her when he was young. My father and two aunts had a terrible childhood. He is very kind to his family, that is, his brothers and sisters, and so on. When there is delicious food on holidays, he gives filial piety to his old mother. Because of this, it was not until two years after Grandpa's death that Grandma remembered him, wiped her tears and swore a few more words.

In fact, what my family doesn't know is that my impression of the old man is not so bad, and I often think of something that makes me particularly want to see him.

He likes doing morning exercises and taking a walk at night. I remember that he never let his children sleep late. He lifts the quilt in summer and opens the window in winter. In short, he had to throw away the lazy people. He takes me for a walk almost every morning, telling me that he has a prescribed route while walking. I walked five times in the canteen and did special radio exercises in the Woods. He said that those actions were good for cervical spine and shoulder circumference. Sure enough, I am in great health now. By the way, there is a long steep slope. Grandpa takes me another way every day, and then walks home backwards from this steep slope.

Sometimes you buy me a bean paste biscuit on the way. Now, no one knows what kind of baked wheat cake I like.

He also likes to go to the market. Whenever there is a party, he will take me to a fixed path and go to a fixed place in the morning. A family will drink hot bean curd. When I grow up, I always hear him say, don't eat outside, because things outside are not as clean as at home. I haven't had a chance to ask him yet. You said it was not clean outside. Why were you so happy when you ate a big bowl of yuba with me?

I guess this question will never be answered.

In fact, to tell the truth, what impressed him the most was related to Grandpa Mao, because I am a money fan. When I was a child, my family may not have the money now, but I still like to pay New Year greetings best. My family is not particularly particular about New Year's greetings. Just say "Happy New Year, Grandma" and you will get a red envelope. And he always took out many new tickets from the bank years ago and sent them to me and my two sisters. Every year he doesn't have much money, but he always gets a new ticket, and the children are very happy, although he won't give me more because I am the youngest.

After the New Year, everything revived and the old man regained his true identity. He is also a landlord with land and food, which is the rhythm of getting rich in ancient times. Grandma said that he had been a farmer all his life, which is true. When they left the town where they lived for decades and moved to the city in the Millennium, they also brought a few cars of corn and all kinds of inexhaustible vegetables. Grandpa has a lot of land on that mountain and grows a lot of fruits, vegetables and food. I remember he baked me corn, and I didn't eat it until the corn kernels were almost gone. It seems delicious. I remember he broke the corn stalk and chewed the thin and small cane for me. I haven't seen anything like that for years. I remember he planted a pair of cucumbers that looked like parrots and I stole them. I still remember him picking mushrooms every year, which was the first time in my life, and probably the only time I ate a mushroom called wasp bag. White, pure white, like his love for children, even to outsiders, he seems to know nothing about love.

I remember he said I couldn't pronounce clearly. I wanted to be a host at that time, but the old man kept hitting me. Later, I learned that he was really demanding of me and really wanted me to be good. I remember he said not to eat everywhere, and girls' homes are messy, so I always like to roll up my sleeves very high now. My aunt said, well, look at the questions your grandfather left you. Later, I learned that girls should keep themselves clean and relaxed.

Until he got sick, recovered, was seriously ill, went home with an oxygen bottle, was critically ill in hospital, and was transferred to the general ward without treatment. I was still trying to think about what I said to him and what I did together. I happened to be in senior three when he was ill. In order not to affect my study, my family is afraid that I often go to the hospital to get sick, so that the last time I saw him, he was weak in breathing and pale, and I cried as soon as I saw him. It was probably the first time I cried in front of him since I could control my feelings.

Nobody told me the afternoon he left. That night, I had a dream that there was smoke outside the house and white and yellow pieces of paper on the ground. There are only my father and grandmother in the house. I told the old man, but he still ignored me. I saw that most of the things in the house were moved away. I woke up looking at it. I called home the next day, and my mother told me that everything was fine and nothing happened. I hope he is in heaven now and everything is all right.

So what I want to tell you is that life is really too short. It's a sad fact that we have spent the first half of our lives to satisfy their second half. If you love, say it. If you don't love, you have to force yourself to love. Our fate will come to the end of this life, even if we love again, we will never meet again in the next life, and there will not be so many unfinished wishes to continue to do and stay together.

Dad said that at the moment when Grandpa really left, I thought I could scold him a few words, as usual. He said that after Dad left, no one ever mentioned him lovingly and angrily, and no one sent him jiaozi in the ice and snow.

Grandma said that when the old man left, he had to get out of bed and turn off the TV at midnight. No one gave him milk powder for cramping his legs and feet, so he had to tickle his back.

I want to tell you that it's nothing if you leave. After all, it's normal to get sick and die, and I will leave one day, so I will live well, deliver meals to my father for you and rub your grandmother's legs. I just want to ask you, who will buy me delicious cookies after you leave? Who will take me to school on snowy days? The hundred dollars you left me is still there, and I will keep it all the time. After all, you left me the most expensive thing, the last thing.

After you left, every time I walked in the snow, I was like you, because you said that walking like a penguin would not fall down when there was snow. Don't worry, I have your love in my heart, and I won't fall down no matter how far I go.

Roll down the window on the familiar road.

Humming your favorite song.

Bamboo and rattan chairs and stone walls miss the fragrance of tea

Family mart fu JIU photo frame

You took me up the winding alley.

The wind blew through the fallen leaves.

You said the child bravely rushed over.

See what the world is like.

Growing up in a world full of disguises.

Candy is no longer a reward.

Telling stories, playing hide-and-seek, disappointment in love.

No one will forgive them for making mistakes.

You took me up the winding alley.

The wind blew through the fallen leaves.

You said the child bravely rushed over.

See what the world is like.

I set foot on the winding alley again.

It is moonlight that accompanies me today.

I finally understand the weight of time.

You're not with me.

Cao Ge's grandfather.