I once read an article saying: "Old people are always lonely ... The longer they live, the more they have to endure the pain of loneliness". At that time, I didn't quite understand, was the old man lonely? Why never show it on your face?
A hot summer, let me understand that the loneliness of the elderly is often ignored by us. You don't like the accelerated life and noisy atmosphere of the city, so follow the example of Tao Yuanming and retire to the countryside. Your other half left early, and your parents tried to stop you and let you live in the city, but because you were busy with work and let you live in the country, you became a person. That summer, my parents were on a business trip, so I lived in my hometown for a while. At noon, I will watch TV with you. When the phone rang, I answered it. It was my parents. After living here for a few days, I thought I couldn't sleep. Calling twice a day is not enough. As usual, I hung up after listening to the phone. Sitting on the side, you have been silent and asked, "Is it your father or your mother?" I smiled and said, "it's mom!" " "You sigh:" Water always flows downwards! "My monk Erzhang was puzzled by this sentence." What do you mean? "I will never forget your eyes. I remember you said, "I live here alone, and the phone rings only once every ten days." With you, my phone can ring ten times in three days! " "
This sentence deeply touched my heart. Indeed, for you, the same generation has gone one after another, and there are fewer and fewer friends. The same is true for family members. The child became independent, had his own home and went to other cities. Who cares about the elderly? Do a filial piety for the elderly as soon as possible, perhaps a table of food; Perhaps it is a wild fruit picked by hand; Maybe it's a beautiful flower; Maybe a greeting card; Maybe tens of thousands of dollars; Maybe it's just a coin with a temperature. On the scale of filial piety, they are equivalent. The cheapest and most realistic thing is a greeting and a hug.
Thought of here, I was shocked. My father's father, you, are alone in a summer day. Looking up at you, your blooming face is smiling, but I don't know, you deeply touched me. On the day you left, you waved, raised your sleeves, and don't overdo it, so that I couldn't see your tears. Grandpa, grandpa, the kindest name, is thousands of miles away in your heart.
I picked up the phone slowly: "Hello, Grandpa? I am at home, and I will go back to see you with my parents recently ... "At the other end of the phone, my grandfather's satisfied laughter deeply touched me again.