Old memories are like a window. When you open it, it will be difficult to close it. Looking at you who is unfamiliar but familiar, I pushed open the door of the past, and the memories of the past poured out like a river that burst its banks.
You stroked my head and looked at me affectionately. I smiled happily. My gentle face is full of happiness. The first time I felt love, it came from your love for me. The door of memory is quietly closed. How are you?
You hold my hand, the big palm tightly holds my chubby little hand and never relaxes-that's because you are afraid that I will get lost and find my way home, and I feel the taste of being loved again. In silence, you did leave, which made me feel dumbfounded and refused to accept the fact.
When we met again, it was the second grade of primary school. Looking at the white hair on your temples and the wrinkles on your hands, I couldn't help sighing how time flies. The blink of an eye seems to be an eternity.
I still remember that I was so naughty at that time that almost all my classmates were fooled by me. My classmates hate me and often laugh at me. When they don't understand, all I want is friendship and love. But no one really understands my inner pain. So gradually, my heart became numb and I didn't care how my classmates felt about me.
So you came, like an angel, and the sacred light bathed me. In another summer spent with you, I changed from a child who didn't know how to love to a child who really loved others. From the moment you came to my side again, it became a turning point in my childhood.
It was a familiar summer vacation, but there was a different person around me. At that time, I was selfish and naughty, and I didn't know how to share with others. In a bunker, the child who played with me all afternoon hurt his foot. You are busy exploring the situation. When you touched the child's head kindly, I was unhappy at once. I pulled you aside and took your hand and left. This is the first time you've been angry. You scolded me when you saw me being so unreasonable. I've never seen you run home so angry and crying.
After a while, you came back. I stayed at home, locked myself in my room and refused to come out despite your repeated persuasion. I only heard you sigh outside the door and seriously said to me, "xx, don't you often ask me how to get the love of others?"
"Yes," I replied.
"To get the love of others is actually very simple. The first thing to do is to learn how to love others. "
"But in what way?"
"You should learn to share, such as giving your snacks to others and lending your toys to others!"
I suddenly realized, happily opened the door, rushed out and hugged you tightly.
I realized the meaning and way of love, but I didn't realize that it was your last night.
"crunch ~" the door of memory is closed again.
Ah! Grandpa, I want to tell you that I have grown up and learned how to love others. I am not the young and ignorant person at the beginning! I really don't know when I can see you again!
Whose song sings softly, whose tears drop quietly. Listen, who is singing softly? Isn't this your favorite song to sing to me? Tears like a broken kite gently across the face.
In those years, Huadu paid for the past, recalled our good times, recalled my youth and frivolous, recalled the warmth and kindness you brought me, and shed tears again.
Old dreams, old dreams! What fascinates me is not only the good memories of the past, but also the memories of you and me!
"Ding Dong ~" The doorbell rang and I opened the door. ...
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The simple word "can love" contains many emotions and life philosophies such as bitterness and joy.
If it weren't for grandpa's words, I might not know the warmth and care brought by loving someone.
In the first few days of summer vacation, I really can't stand this boring torture. After staying at home for a few days, I ran out of the house like a stubborn horse and decided to live with my grandfather in the country and enjoy that happy time.
Grandpa seemed very happy when he came to his residence. His silver hair danced with the wind, and his pale cheeks were tinged with blood ... As soon as he entered the door, the phone at home rang. Hearing this, grandpa quickly put down the shoes he was about to wear and rushed barefoot to pick them up. "hello?" Grandpa's excited voice reached the phone and my ears, as if waiting for something happy.
After a while, a female voice came from the receiver: "Hello, do you want to buy a house?" Grandpa immediately lowered his head, politely refused, and walked back to the shoe cabinet in frustration.
I don't understand.
Grandpa answered the phone. Why are you making such a fuss? I haven't had time to ask questions.
The phone rang again.
I was about to pick it up when my grandfather quickly said, "I'll do it, I'll do it."
""is it dad? Has Xiaohua arrived yet? "Grandpa's face lit up when he heard the familiar voice." Yes, yes, you ... "Grandpa didn't finish his words, so my father interrupted him." I'm glad to be here. I won't bother you. Go to bed early. Bye.
"Say that finish, my father hangs up the phone.
Grandpa's smile suddenly froze there.
Slightly sighed.
Look at me and say, "Let's go and take you to play.
"As soon as I heard this question, I forgot everything and ran out. ...
On the third day, I have played all over the country, and now I am lying on the sofa secretly deciding to go home in the afternoon, otherwise it will be too boring.
I was about to tell grandpa when the phone rang again. I reached for the receiver and heard it was my mother.
"Baby, how's your game? Are you hurt? " "No …" I hung up and thought, "It's really annoying. I call every day. I'm not a child who just went to kindergarten.
At this time, the grandfather next to him suddenly sighed.
I'm a little puzzled. Why does grandpa always sigh after I call? Why? Grandpa seems to read my mind. Before I could speak, he said to himself, "Well, when you didn't come, someone called me ten days later.
I hope you can come. Ten calls in three days, nobody wants them! "Say that finish turned to leave, in my eyes, grandpa's figure can not help but seem a little lonely.
Looking at this scene, I feel a little sad. Yes, grandpa lives here alone.
It's hard to avoid being a little lonely.
Always expecting someone to chat with him, I can't help blaming myself. How could I be so stupid? I haven't seen grandpa abnormal.
I secretly decided to stay with grandpa for a few days.
When I go back, I will also call my parents and send care and warmth to my grandfather.
From that day on, grandpa's words made me understand that we should put ourselves in other people's shoes and consider other people's feelings, not just ourselves. Only by loving others can we send care and warmth to others.
It turns out there is love between microphones.
From that day on, grandpa's words made me understand that we should put ourselves in other people's shoes and consider other people's feelings, not just ourselves. Only by loving others can we send care and warmth to others.