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It's Qingming Festival again, and it reminds me of Grandpa's beautiful essay 1.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, known as "cold food" in my hometown, is said to be a festival in Zhong Er, Jin Wengong during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, to commemorate the rescuer's retreat. There are two customs in Luxi. On the Cold Food Festival, willow branches are inserted at the door of every household. Second, married girls go to their parents' graves to worship their ancestors. When parents are alive, they are generally reluctant to go back to their parents' home. Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, I think of my beloved grandfather.
Grandpa was born in 1924. He has a good face and a tall figure. He is a clever craftsman. At the age of eighteen, he became a father and was forced to work in a county timber factory. Since then, his thin shoulders have taken on the heavy responsibility of the family. He and his mother have been raising two men, four women and six children. In that era of lack of clothes and food, there was often food at home. But he insisted that his mother and her brothers and sisters learn cultural knowledge, and the aunt who studied the least graduated from high school, which was really not easy at that time. Perfect grandpa requires hard work, exquisite craftsmanship and meticulous work in the unit, and has been rated as an excellent leader by the factory for many years in a row. Returning to my hometown in the countryside is also a comprehensive hand, and I am proficient in farm work in the field. After work, I will take care of six children with my grandmother and set an example to be filial to the elderly. My grandparents come from a big family and are influenced by traditional ideas. No matter how busy and tired, my grandfather will never forget to pay New Year greetings to my grandparents every day.
Grandpa is hardworking, cheerful and helpful all his life. After returning home in his later years, the old man is busy all day and often helps his neighbors who are short of hands to do farm work. Apart from raining on cloudy days and practicing calligraphy, there is little leisure time. He presided over all the weddings and funerals in the village. There are small conflicts between neighbors or whose family. Once he persuaded mediation, it became a minor problem and soon became harmonious. Grandpa has a mantra that "there is not enough struggle, the heart is willing but the strength is insufficient, and two good things are put aside." He has a high prestige in the village and is recognized as a wise man.
Grandpa is hale and hearty and hale and hearty. Without taking medicine, injections or fluids, the minor ailments and pains passed. I joked with him that he would live to ninety-nine. Who would have thought that a sudden disaster would end his 75-year-old life? I remember that it was the winter before the Millennium, and I was at work when I suddenly got a call from my mother. The bad news of grandpa's car accident was like a bolt from the blue, and I was extremely sad. I can't believe my ears. Grandpa was cautious all his life. How come... That day, my grandfather rode his bike to the town to roll noodles. The driver of the big goods lost control of his direction because of fatigue. The monster pushed my grandfather to the side of the road Although there was no traumatic bleeding, the old man never woke up. On the day of the funeral, my father drove me to the village head, and my grandfather's voice and smile reappeared in front of me. When I heard crying and deafening kicking, I believed it was all true. He has a good temper and loves children, because his father used to be in the army, and his mother usually has no time to take care of me. It is common to live with his grandmother's family, and he loves me more. I was a little headstrong when I was a child. After several years of private school, grandpa always taught me classics and told me some truth about being a man. I still remember the story fragments of Henan Henan opera My Beauty Case and Whiplash, which my grandfather told me. Grandpa was very careful and very clean. He took care of his grandmother who was ill in bed for three years until his death, and there was no bedsore. As long as he can do at ordinary times, he seldom bothers his children and works hard for his big family, with no regrets. He left so suddenly that he didn't leave a word and left us without enjoying a day's rest. As the younger generation, we can't accept this reality, and it has become the eternal regret of our loved ones. On that day, my mother, aunt, uncle and other relatives were heartbroken and deeply grieved Almost the whole village stood in the street against the cold wind to see grandpa off, and the neighbors he helped cried into tears, chanting the goodness of his old man from time to time.
Although grandpa has been separated from us for nearly 20 years, it is clear now, the tide of missing keeps coming to my heart, my throat is dry, and tears are flowing silently. I can't help myself. I want to buy another can for my grandfather at present. He loved to eat Jining Yutang brand bean curd before his death. I want to iron him a small cup of Beijing Erguotou, and then help him clean his glasses and grind ink as before, and watch him write calligraphy quietly. . . . . .
There are still four days before Tomb-Sweeping Day. Remember Grandpa's beautiful essay 2. I remember that when my mother and I left my grandpa's house a few days before the National Day this year, it began to rain in Mao Mao that morning, and it rained on us like countless elves jumping. The grass in the yard looks greener, and the mountain in the distance looks like a mountain ink painting. The sky is slightly bright, and my thoughts of parting are stronger. My grandfather stood at the door and said to me, "Second son, I am a child." As he spoke, there were tears in his eyes, and my heart seemed to be hit by something, and a warm current poured out from head to toe. Looking at his old face, sunken eyes and heartfelt smile, I couldn't help stepping forward and kissing his face. In an instant, his eyes suddenly became big and bright, and his smile became more brilliant. ...
We walked forward in three steps, and he followed, saying over and over again, "Come here after the Chinese New Year, eat slowly, and slow down on the road!" "Dad, you and my mother have a good meal and set a fire!" Mom said as she walked, her eyes were red, and grandma stood at the door and waved to us. "Grandpa, grandma, don't go home!" Grandpa stood there, did not go forward, raised his arm and waved to us, indicating that we should go quickly. When I turned around, he was still standing there, like a pine tree, ordinary and great.
It's not easy to walk down the hill. I followed my mother, and the mud under my feet wet my soles. Every step is heavy, and the rain falls down my hair, sticky. Thinking of saying goodbye to grandparents, thinking that we just came back with gifts in our hands, sweating all over our faces and panting at the door. Grandpa narrowed his eyes when he saw us come in, and his voice was very excited ... my tears completely fell down. I also heard my mother sobbing and crying in front. The mountains in the distance, the grass under my feet and the hazy sky all seem to say goodbye to us. I greedily smell the air in my hometown, and the warm and familiar smell lingers in my heart. ...
Hometown, farewell, grandparents, farewell.
I stepped on the bus thousands of miles away from home, slept for a long time after getting on the bus, and memories poured in like a spring. ...
In the summer of seven years old, when my grandfather came to our house, I was playing at the door. He has two baskets of watermelons in his hand. He looks tall and big, and my smile is warm from a distance ... I can't remember other details. After grandpa left, my mother cut watermelon for my brother and me to eat. I was enjoying the sweetness of watermelon salsa while eating, and suddenly I felt the coolness coming from my head. Looking up, the watermelon shell was buckled on my head, and the watermelon flowed all over my face. My brother smiled naughtily. I hit my brother angrily. My mother scolded us for not eating watermelon. My brother ran in front with a smile and I chased after him. My mother laughed while watching us play. ...
One autumn night when I was nine years old, my grandfather came home with sheep. My grandmother made handmade noodles for us, and the smell of hot soup spread. The room was full of steam, and my grandmother began to write on the kang. Grandpa sat down and said to me, "Grandpa will write you a word to see if you recognize it." I can't wait to say, "What word?" He spread out his calloused palm with a proud smile on his face, like a teacher. I asked him what the word was. He said, "read cards, trucks, cards, all up and down." "Grandpa is pounding an ancient scripture for you, and then tell it to your classmates when you go to school." That night, my grandparents and I stayed up late. Listening to those stories told by my grandfather, I was in a happy mood and missed my mother a little. ...
The winter of that year was as cold as usual. Goose feather and snow are flying all over the sky, and the village is covered with a thick white quilt. My friends and I skied on the mountain, had snowball fights and made a lot of fat snowmen. The sun shines on the snow, and the snow-covered earth shines brightly. In the evening, when friends go down the mountain, the sunset is like a golden light, like a beautiful scenery.
One night, we had dinner as usual, grandma was rolling noodles, and grandpa was sitting on the edge of the kang chatting with grandma. I carefully wrote the Chinese characters I learned in class on the kang. I miss my mother again, bright presbyopia, high nose, thin lips, rosy cheeks and kind smile. I leaned down and said, "second son, mom will pick you up right away." Looking at her fading back, tears came down from my eyes, and I remembered her face with my heart. She turned to leave, her natural and unrestrained back was like the summer wind, cool and gentle, and I couldn't catch it. While I was distracted, suddenly the door was opened and cold air rushed into the room, which made me feel very cold. A tall man pushed the door and came in. I looked up. Oh, it's dad, me. His hat brim covered his face for a long time. He took off his thick black down jacket and hat, revealing white and neat teeth, and looked at me kindly, full of energy and looking very happy. I took the dough from my grandmother, picked up a kitchen knife and brushed it quickly. My heart is jumping like a bird. "My father has come to pick me up. I can finally leave here. I can go to see my mother." I was absent-minded when I was eating noodles that night.
Many years later, whenever I think of that night, it was the last time I ate grandma's handmade noodles. The noodles she cooked were smooth and refined, the soup was warm and thick, and the flavor of ghee was very strong. Once I asked my grandmother how to make it smell so good. She joked, "There is my saliva in it." I laughed as soon as I heard it. ...
The next morning, before dawn, my father led me down the mountain and left my grandfather's house. He stood in the yard and said with a smile, "Second son, when you come back, come back with your parents to see Grandpa Vinegar." I nodded hard and quickly caught up with my long-lost father. When we started to walk down the mountain road, I looked back at the top of the mountain and saw a man standing there, waving to us, the familiar figure. Thinking of my grandparents' meticulous care for me day and night, just like their parents' kind care, I feel like a big stone in my heart. I will remember their kindness with my heart and hope to repay them one day, so I got on the bus leaving my hometown with my father. ...
Every year after that, my parents and I took the trouble to get off the bus, take the train for one night and then take a long bus back. Whenever the bus drives into my hometown, it is surrounded by familiar hills and mountains, green grass and clear Wan Li. At that moment, my heart feels warm, relaxed and free, just like wandering in my mother's arms. ...
Many years passed, I grew up and my parents grew old, so we went back to visit our grandparents. Five years ago, my grandmother had an accident on her way to the county seat for dinner. She lost a lot of blood and collapsed. People are not as strong and tall as before. As the saying goes, if you can't take chopsticks for a hundred days, you can't walk in the field. Those difficult days were taken care of by grandpa day and night, which was miserable. Finally, it's winter vacation at school, and my mother can't wait for me to go back and take care of my grandparents for a while. I'm very happy. It's time to repay my kindness.
One day, grandpa gave me an infusion, and grandma whispered that she wanted to defecate. Grandma said that if you didn't tell me earlier, you called me and quickly found a plastic bag. I found it in a hurry. Grandma put the bag under grandpa's crotch, and I closed the door and stood at the door waiting for grandma to call me. When I went in again, my grandfather's face turned red in an instant, and then he kept hiding when he saw me. I understand that he was very embarrassed about that day. I cook and wash dishes as usual. After a long time, grandpa talked to me naturally as before. Later, on the 27th, my uncle came back after a long ride. Grandma and grandpa are very happy. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, on New Year's Eve, my uncle cooked a lot of vegetables and meat. I sat on the kang with him and packed a lot of jiaozi. It was a lively day, and the householders came and went, and it was a scene of jubilation. ...
Time flies, and it's the annual Spring Festival. I can't see him anymore. Thought of here, my eyes moist. I remembered the days when we spent countless hours together, the days when we walked together, the memories when he told me to eat well, the memories when he always squinted at me, and the memories when we fed the sheep together. ...
One morning, my father suddenly gave me a push. "Get up, your grandfather is gone!" " "I was scared at once, but I said," No way, my grandfather is fine. " "Your second uncle just called." He said as he took out his bank card from the drawer. I feel like I jumped into the sea, fell into a bottomless pit, and the coolness rushed into my heart. That's so cool.
Later, when I saw his photo, I still smiled kindly as before, and my eyes didn't look as big and bright as when I kissed his face for the first time. The coffin was put there quietly. I couldn't believe grandpa was there, so I went to touch the coffin. I hope to hear him cough, but he just falls asleep temporarily like Snow White in fairy tales, but it's not what I thought. Later, I really believed that he had left on the day of the funeral. Many times I
You live in memory, unforgettable.
"Grandpa, it's Chinese New Year today, but ... you promised to wait for me. How can you break your word? " I think when I left that day, he looked at me eagerly and said, "Second son, come back for the Spring Festival." Tears welled up in my eyes, and his words echoed in my ears for a long time ...
Grandpa, at this moment, I am in tears, eager to say goodbye to you, waiting for goodbye with great expectation, but I will never see you again. ...