The prose describing grandpa is so fast, and the Spring Festival is coming soon. Suddenly I found that I hadn't come back for a long time, and suddenly I missed my grandfather a little. I wonder how his old man's house has been recently. Time is like an hourglass, flowing away bit by bit. To tell you the truth, I really want to spend more time with his old man. When I was a child, my grandfather always accompanied me. Now, it's time for me to accompany him.
I once dreamed of writing an article about my grandfather for all the people in the world to see. Time will wash away everything and can only be recorded through those lines of words.
Years have gone through many vicissitudes, eating away at memories. As people grow up, their memories are slowly changing, and once precious things can only be sealed in dark corners.
In my memory, grandpa's figure is not very tall, and his tenacity is always revealed in his brow, but a little smile can always be seen on his thin face, like the rising sun, so brilliant! Grandpa is an out-and-out farmer, relying on his hard-working hands to exchange sweat and hard work for the source of life. In fact, at that time, farming and coolies were the main means of transportation. Because it was in the countryside, the only means of transportation at that time was a small agricultural cart with two wheels, commonly known as "small cart".
Whenever grandpa went to the field to cut rice, he always took me with him, let me sit in the cart, and grandpa pulled in front. On the winding and rugged road, grandpa controlled the handle of the cart with his strong body and strong arms, for fear that the road would be too bumpy and I would fall down. Along the way, in addition to the pastoral scenery, only grandpa's back was left. Grandpa's back always looks straight, as if nothing can be pressed. Looking at grandpa's solid back, I can't see his sweat in the field.
Grandpa is an extremely strong man. In my memory, grandpa has an iron will. No matter what difficulties he faces, he can survive! I often hear grandma mention that when grandpa was young, he always took a bottle of soju and hung it on the cart. Whenever grandpa is tired, he always likes to take a sip of wine to have a rest, and then go to work, as if drinking wine will give him endless strength. Later, when I grew up, I realized that Grandpa didn't drink before.
Every family has a hard time, and what should come will come. When I was five years old, something happened at home. My uncle, my grandfather's youngest son, was finally caught because he was played by the wicked and broke the law. The bad news was like a plague, overwhelming the whole family. Grandma burst into tears after hearing the news. In my memory, my grandmother used to hold me and cry. Grandpa, on the other hand, began to fall in love with wine and the feeling of being anesthetized by alcohol. Maybe only in this way will grandpa feel better. Only at that moment, that brief moment let the body and mind enjoy the feeling of not being tired.
People don't die of fatigue, let alone lack of sleep, but of anxiety. People often say that white hair turns white overnight, and I don't know when it started. I saw grandpa's hair turn white. It's just that the hair roots are not completely white, and they are still a little black, full of tenacious vitality.
Grandpa still goes out early and comes back late, and still works hard to make money. There are no weekends and holidays. A pair of big hands, a drop of blood and sweat for a little money. For a simple farmer, this is undoubtedly doing business with his own body. I don't know what kept him going. Is it wine? I think wine can only relieve temporary pain at most, but in the long years of more than ten years, I miss my son more and look forward to him more. This may be the last thing a father can do.
Until now, I don't understand why my grandfather seldom gave me money when I was a child, because he wanted to save as much money as possible so that he could do more for his uncle after he came out. At that time, I didn't blame my grandfather at all, because he gave me more love than money, and money couldn't be bought.
I still remember when I was 9 years old, my brother and I went to take a bath in the stream. Because I am too young to understand, there are still broken bottles in the stream. At that moment, blood blurred the stream. At that moment, I saw so much blood on my thigh for the first time. I cried at that time, and my crying attracted many people around me. Looking around, everyone is watching. There is an old woman scouring rice in the stream. I looked at her with helpless eyes and saw the indifference and indifference of human feelings. Who knew that such a bad result would be planted in the mind of a nine-year-old child, and the indifference of this world is actually doomed.
At that moment, I saw my grandfather, the familiar face, the face I had been expecting. It turned out that when I was most helpless, grandpa appeared, and grandpa loved his grandson the most. Seeing grandpa, I cried even more. Grandpa sighed lightly and immediately picked me up without saying anything and took me to the only rural hospital at that time. When the doctor saw this, he immediately disinfected me and sewed me up. One stitch is nine stitches. At that time, because of poor rural conditions, there was no anesthetic. Grandpa's big hand held my little hand, which made me feel at ease a lot.
For the next two months, I was with my grandfather. Because I can't walk, I can only sit there, sitting there stupidly. Grandpa told me the story of Song Wu killing a tiger, which was very vivid. I can't forget it until now, as if it were engraved in my mind. Grandpa also helped me peel the melon seeds and put them on the table to arrange them. Every row will use a place name at intervals until the distance is getting farther and farther, and there are more and more melon seeds. At that time, I was cunning. While grandpa was not looking, I grabbed all the melon seeds and ate them. Watching me eat happily, grandpa smiled like a child. At this time, I found a few more wrinkles on grandpa's face, but his smile was still so beautiful and lovely.
Twenty years, twenty years of dreams! In the long years, I wonder how many flowers bloom and fall? Looking back, the sea turned into a mulberry field. A head of hair turned white instantly, and the upright body like pine and cypress was "folded" at the waist. Today's grandfather finally doesn't have to worry, and all his efforts have finally paid off. Maybe I waited too long for this day, but I just waited too long for grandpa. My uncle is married, but my grandfather is old. Grandpa dedicated his youth to his relatives, leaving only a rotten bag for himself. Maybe everything is predestined. What's the use of hating the sky?
Last summer, grandpa got sick and had a little thing in his stomach. Because he is old, the doctor says he can't have an operation. Fortunately, it is not malignant, and the doctor said that it can be treated conservatively. Really lucky people have their own faces! But grandpa can't drink any more. He has kept the habit for decades and will get rid of it on this day. Because if you drink alcohol, your illness will get worse, and it will be too late to regret it! Grandpa's lifelong hobby is drinking, and now he is deprived of it. Seeing grandpa's pale face, my heart is full of sadness and I have infinite words to say. At that moment, I choked.
What do people live for in this life? Running around, busy, all in vain. Before I was 50, I traded my life for money. After 50, I traded my life for money. Grandpa's life was busy and bumpy, but in the end, everything was busy, but Grandpa was jailed. What a good game, a dream!
This November, I went home to visit my grandfather again and bought him a fragrant pear, which is all I can do as a grandson. Grandpa has been a thrifty man all his life, and he is reluctant to buy it at ordinary times. In fact, the best filial piety to the elders is to buy him as much food as possible, which is better than giving him some pocket money, because the elderly have developed the "trouble" of thrift, and they will not buy it themselves.
Watching grandpa chew the plow hard, his eyes soon became wet. Tears blurred vision, I saw a glistening, grandpa more than a few white hair.
After dinner, I chatted with grandpa. We haven't chatted together for a long time. I still remember when I was a child. I sat next to my grandfather, listening to the story he told me and eating the melon seeds he peeled for me. The story is so nice and the melon seeds are so delicious. Grandpa is old, so it's my turn to serve him. I peeled a pear for grandpa, cut it into pieces and sent it to grandpa's mouth. Grandpa chewed his mouth again, and the familiar smile appeared on his face, but that smile can make people feel sour.
There is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end. Nothing in life is more important than parting. Because of my work, I should go back to the jungle of reinforced buildings. How much I want to be with grandpa! Looking at my grandfather's expectant eyes, I secretly told myself that I must mix my personal looks.
Grandpa accompanied me all the way and said he must take me to the station. I tried several times to persuade him not to listen. Yes, how could grandpa be willing to leave his grandson? He just wants to spend more time with me, even if he talks to me more. This is the wish of the old man.
The bus finally came. I waved goodbye to grandpa until the bus left. I watched my grandfather gradually leave, and my eyes were a little away from him. Looking at grandpa's rickety back, I almost didn't recognize him. Is grandpa really old? Is grandpa who used to pull me to the fields really old? Tears blurred my vision again, and the blurred vision was still the back, the tall and straight back. ...