The temperature at noon began to be sultry.
The sky began to darken.
The quiet airflow began to spin.
The wind and leaves passed gently.
The bird disappeared and everything was still.
Fear rises on the earth.
Hear a word.
Instantly drive the airflow, and the leaves start to make a day.
An old man in his sixties is ill and in hospital!
A man who can walk in the rain for his grandson!
A man who can work for his grandson with illness!
An old man who doesn't eat anything for something!
My heart thumped!
That is an old man in his sixties.
That's my grandma!
I'm going to see my grandmother!
2
Footsteps begin to walk, and silence produces rapids.
The wheels began to turn and we walked on the road.
Time drives anxiety, and silence produces sadness.
There is yearning ahead.
Everything goes backwards, waiting for the visit ahead.
Silence began to be noisy and traffic began to shuttle.
The crowd began to surge, bursting into countless colorful lights and chords.
The wheels stopped, the place arrived, and there were a pair of running steps.
Driven by sweat, I walked into the silent hospital.
I started looking, and my heart was burning.
In the distance, a door was open and silent gas came out.
I saw: on that bed, my grandmother was lying.
In the silent room, many people's heartbeats are so harsh.
Pale and weak face, messy hair, thin body
Eyes half open and half closed, hands aside, legs arched, half a bottle of intravenous drip.
Hanging in mid-air. Lying there quietly, very quiet, many still bodies, full of sadness, in a daze.
Where to stand, where to stay, sadness, sadness
This scene, like many silver needles, stung my eyes, stung my heart, stung my heart;
Tears seem to flow out, and I am impulsive. I will go through my body.
Gently touch that pale face, my grandmother's face.
A greeting, tears flew out, and I was so scared, grandma.
I didn't speak, but I could feel my weak breathing and heartbeat.
My tears flew out again and again, and all my sad faces wandered around the house.
Full of sadness
three
At this time, the room is so quiet and sad.
This is not the first time.
Inevitably, there are worries, sorrows and sorrows, and we accompany each other silently.
A voice made us happy, and the doctor said that the body was fine.
Let us rest assured.
But in happiness, it is inevitable that there will be sadness and trouble.
An old man in his sixties!
So weak!
The disease is so frequent and sudden.
We stayed with him. It was almost evening.
Grandma woke up and spoke.
At this time, I shed tears. I don't know if this is sadness or happiness.
That dazzling sparkles like a star, happiness.
I stroked my grandmother's face and hands: Milk, are you all right?
It's okay, grandson. Grandma's voice is very weak.
My heart seems to be pulling again, and tears are spinning in my eyes.
I thought to myself: how can it be okay? I am very afraid of losing my grandmother.
Tears can't be controlled after one fall. Grandma wiped my tears with her hand.
That hand is so cold. My heart hurts.
My grandmother has done a lot for me, so old.
Now that I have been ill once, I can only repay it with tears.
A blank face of pain, dripping with sad tears.
And my dear grandma.
I still can't remember my grandmother when I left, a greeting and a farewell.
Tears sent me away,
The wheel began to turn and my grandmother's face appeared in the mirror.
An old man in his sixties!
So weak!
The disease is so frequent and sudden.
The wheels fly forward and my tears fly back.
That kind of mood instantly spewed out countless sorrows and sorrows.
That's an old man in his sixties!
That is an old man who works for me regardless of my illness!
It was an old man who helped me in the rain.
That old man is always worried and angry about me!
I won't let my grandmother worry and be angry with me again!
I want to commemorate my grandmother!
Because that's my grandmother!
My dearest grandma!
Because I am your grandson!