Little Red Door
There are many things in this world that you think you can continue to do tomorrow; there are many people you think you can definitely see again tomorrow; so, When you temporarily let go or temporarily turn around, all you have in your heart is the hope that we will be reunited tomorrow, and sometimes you won't even feel this hope. Because, you think that since the days are passing day by day like this, of course they should also be passing by like this day by day. Yesterday, today and tomorrow should be no different.
But there will be that one time: the moment you let go and turn around, something will completely change. The sun sets, but before it rises again, some people will say goodbye to you forever.
Just like that afternoon when I waved away from the little red door. There is a small courtyard behind the small red door, and a green window behind the small courtyard. When I left, the window was open, and inside was grandma's bedroom. Grandma was sitting on the bed, facing the window, the yard, and the red door, crying loudly. Because the person walking away outside the red door was the granddaughter she had loved for twenty years, and she was finally going to study abroad like others. I don’t know what my grandma was thinking at that time. I only remember that when I closed the little red door behind me, tears were streaming down my grandma’s face behind the open window.
And that was the first time I saw my grandma so excited, and I couldn't help but feel sad. No matter how hard the grandfather and grandson tried to smile before saying goodbye, when that moment came, the usually strong grandmother finally collapsed. And I have to admit with shame that at that time, although my heart was filled with the pain of separation, the excitement of being able to "go abroad" still existed. It is for this reason that I did not shed as many tears as the old man, and that I was able to wave and smile behind the window before closing the little red door. Although I walked out of the alley with sore eyes, after I stepped on the bus, as soon as the car started, I took a breath and could think about other things. And, I thought, I'll be back soon anyway, and we'll meet again soon anyway. Moreover, I thought that when I left, my brother was standing behind my grandmother. With my brother here, my grandmother would not cry for a long time. Grandma really didn't cry for a long time. There was another summer after that summer, and the third summer was still far, far away. Grandma left.
No one at home told me the news. Almost a month later, probably around the beginning of December, on a weekend afternoon, I went to teach at a school for overseas Chinese children as usual. I arrived early that day, before the students arrived. There was a pile of aviation editions of domestic newspapers on the square table, so I sat down and flipped through it slowly. It seems that I saw a short article in the supplement of the second newspaper. At first glance, the first thing I saw was my grandfather's name. I initially thought it was talking about his deeds during his lifetime. However, when I took a closer look at the title, it turned out to be written by Mr. Shi Binglin: "In memory of Mr. Le Jingtao." The virtuous wife is Princess Bao Guanglian.
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