An essay poem calling for World No Tobacco Day

In my memory, a familiar gray photo gradually became infected with invisible smoke, and the most familiar smile on it gradually became.

I can't see clearly. Those clouds and smog cover that familiar face and erode your so-called health. From that old gray photo

The young man smiled brightly and looked strong and energetic. That man is grandpa.

I spent my childhood at my grandfather's house. At that time, I was always annoyed with my grandfather and always loved to hear him talk about the past and present.

Some days when I was young and frivolous and in high spirits. Occasionally, grandpa will plant flowers, drink, and often smoke a few mouthfuls after meals. one

I accidentally turned to this photo and pestered my grandfather to tell the story behind those photos. At that time, my grandfather was related to other old people.

That kind of serene and warm smile, even like the smile in that photo, has a healthy and ruddy luster on her face. Grandpa is never like others.

As an old man, there are always some pains. Grandpa's body has always been strong and full of anger. Occasionally, he is even stunned by his own voice.

Sounds scared. So I never thought that one day, grandpa would be so ill.

Just after July this year, Xia Chan just started singing, and the summer heat began to stop in a small room. Grandpa has been coughing.

However, it became more and more serious, and the high fever was caught off guard. I didn't feel anything at first, thinking that I could get better as long as I took medicine. Give grandpa a rest.

Rest, I was taken home and began to fidget. But after a few days, the fever that had just gone away started again, and it will happen again in a few days.

When I saw grandpa, he lost a lot of weight and even his lips began to crack. At this time, the family began to help find a doctor, and Ye

I never loved hospitals, so I helped to persuade them. I thought I would come back soon, but I don't want to stay in the hospital. Several times, but

It was not until grandpa's condition improved that I understood the pathology that the doctor said, but I just heard a sentence, "The lung has been fibrotic and will not get better."

This will only get worse. "I know this is caused by grandpa's smoking. Until this moment, I really saw the harm of smoking.

Hurt!

"The smoke is misty, the lungs are cold, and once nicotine enters, it will never come back." Whether the smoke left in the gray photos all year round can still be waved away is familiar.

Can your smile reappear? The happiness of smoking is just a flick of a finger, but when you light this cigarette, it will burn your tomorrow!

We still have many tomorrows, but when you light a cigarette, you also light the fuse of death. Smoking or not smoking?

Smoke, the answer is obvious. Now we should start from ourselves, refuse to smoke the first cigarette, let the smoke cut off around us and not let it.

More such photos appear, don't let more young smiling faces be shrouded in such smoke, I want to see your young face clearly!