On that day, the sun was shining. After school, I skipped to my mother's side, only to find that her eyes were red as if she had just cried. What's the matter? A nasty in my heart, is it great grandfather ... I looked at my mother with doubt and anxiety. Mother didn't say anything, but nodded at me. I won't! I won't! Great-grandfather has always been in good health, but recently he is just a little uncomfortable. I must have misunderstood, and my mother must have made a mistake! It is clear that the mother's tears are flowing down again, a bolt from the blue!
in a daze, I have been taken to my grandmother's house. Grandma's house was exceptionally quiet. I saw several relatives consoling grandma sitting on a stool sadly. Grandpa, who has always been strong and optimistic, kept sighing out of the window ... I broke free from my mother's hand and headed for the inner room. Great-grandfather lay quietly in bed, and he didn't grin and call my nickname like every time. I don't want to believe this is true! Tears are like a flood that burst its banks, and I can't listen to anything anymore. I burst into tears, and I want to wake my great-grandfather up! I'm tired of crying, and I don't know anything ...
When I woke up, it was the next morning. Think about the things in my mind, maybe it was a dream, but I was lying in my grandmother's bed, and there were clearly bursts of sadness and joy outside. I flew downstairs, and my aunt stroked my head to bring me red yarn. What a dazzling red! I don't want this red yarn! I shook my aunt's hand in tears and ran to the river.
that's where great-grandfather often comes. I remember when I was young, my great-grandfather liked to carry me here. In spring, pick me purple and red flowers by the river and put them in my hair and ears. In summer, I picked figs for me to eat and sometimes fished, but I often managed to catch one and let it go. Grandfather smiled, put his hand on my forehead, picked me up again, and said to throw me into the river to feed the fish. I was always scared to cry. At this time, great-grandfather always takes out a dime of candy to make me laugh ... Now, great-grandfather, I really want to taste that dime of candy again!
I walked unconsciously on that familiar path, which was the only way for my great-grandfather to have morning tea every day. Four or five years ago, my great-grandfather suddenly lost his sight and went to several hospitals, but he didn't get better. But Grandfather still goes to have morning tea every day, and he is still so cheerful. The only difference is that there is a little figure beside Grandfather on this small road-I will meet him at the intersection on time every morning. My relatives and neighbors say that I am filial, but no one knows, because my great-grandfather will bring me some gadgets every day, including food and play, so that I will meet them on time every day. Later, when I grew up, it was time to go to school, and I could only come on weekends. But my great-grandfather still prepares small gifts for me every day, so every time I arrive at my grandmother's house, there will be five or six gifts waiting for me ... But today, my great-grandfather doesn't want this gift anymore, and I am still waiting for you at the intersection!
Tears flow down my cheeks. I don't know what it feels like to penetrate into the pillow. Can Grandfather know?