As a few leaves withered, autumn came unexpectedly, and the autumn wind slowly brushed my cheek. I looked up and stared at the stumbling figure in the wind. Time is changing him. ...
Grandpa is ill. You ask him something, answer a sentence and repeat it many times. Walking becomes slower, and sometimes, if you are not careful, you will fall. I accompanied him to the hospital to see a doctor and lived in the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular department on the fifteenth floor of the hospital department.
The doctor asked him what he had for breakfast and how many children he had. Sometimes he answers correctly and sometimes he answers incorrectly. The doctor asked, when is your daughter's birthday? He doesn't remember. He looked at me and poured me water like a helpless child. The doctor shook his head at me and didn't want me to answer for him. He smiled bitterly and looked helpless. I walked out of the ward, staring at his figure, and couldn't help crying.
What about that energetic grandfather? What about grandpa who speaks clearly and loudly with others? What about the grandfather who strode? Ruthless time took away my healthy grandfather.
In the afternoon, in the corridor of the hospital, I practiced walking arm in arm with my grandfather. I walked slowly step by step. I held his hand. His hands are soft and warm, and there are several age spots on his arms. I stared at the wrinkles around his eyes. Wrinkles are like vertical and horizontal ravines, extending from the corner of his eye to the hairline.
The wrinkles are covered with dull grayish yellow, which is the mark of years melting. I walked with him to comfort him. The doctor said your symptoms were mild. You should take good exercise, and you will recover. Grandpa nodded, like a child, attached to me, believe me. Holding grandpa's warm hand, I suddenly remembered the winter when I was a child.
There is a rare heavy snow in my hometown. On a cold winter night, my grandfather and I skipped out. I saw that the snow had stopped long ago and it was not dark. Walking in the endless fields, the air after snow is fresh and clear as a spring. Grandpa walked in big strides, and I wore a small cotton-padded jacket and followed him with small steps.
My little hand is in the big hand that will be warm and powerful outside. Grandpa asked me, is it cold? I touched my red nose and looked up and said, it's not cold. Grandpa lifted his coat and let me put it on.
It's so warm in my coat that my head only reaches my grandfather's waist. Even if I hide in my coat and can't see the way, I'm not afraid at all. I walked in the snow, accompanied by a series of small footprints, creaking step by step on the snow.
In a trance, I was still a four-year-old girl, and my grandfather was my sky, a mountain and a tree, and my forever attached home. But in a blink of an eye, grandpa is old, and the snow of the years is full of hair.
Who says the price of longevity is vicissitudes? Time flies, human relations, are all timely help, icing on the cake. Isn't it? Neither you nor I have time to wait. Love your family well in their lifetime. Because of the connection of family life, time is only a narrow step.
The traces of autumn have fallen again, and the autumn is getting stronger and stronger. I just want to add warm sunshine to the autumn of his life.