When I was walking home, the autumn rain of the past few days mixed with golden leaves fell on the road, and I found that the autumn was already so deep.
Just as I stopped to look at the autumn scene in front of me, the mobile phone rang, and I pulled the mobile phone out of my pocket, it was a text message, the text message was only "goodbye" or the word . Between the tosses, all my sorrows surged up, who was more sad for the people who left and the people who stayed, and no matter how 'parting' was a wound that I was never easy to heal.
I put the phone back in my pocket and didn't reply to the farewell text, I don't know how to leave the opening in my heart! Then the phone rang again, this time in a sentence, and he asked me if I remembered the story of Never Say Goodbye? I immediately remembered the story in my head, and the author of the story was boyles, an American writer. When I first heard this story, on the first day of the long-term reunion, when the excitement dissipated, he seemed to predict the pain that this parting would bring to me, so he slowly told me the story!
I was only ten years old, but I was suddenly in a state of extreme pain because I was about to leave my familiar hometown. Although I was young, every moment of this short time was spent in this ancient and vast family, where the joys and sufferings of four generations were condensed.
The last day has finally arrived. I sneaked to my shelter alone, the covered veranda, and sat quietly alone, my body twitching constantly, tears of sadness flowing out like a spring. Suddenly, I felt a large hand gently caress my shoulder, and when I looked up, it turned out to be Grandpa, "Isn't it?" Billy. He asked, then sat down on the stone steps next to me.
"Grandpa," I asked, wiping my tearful eyes, "how can I say goodbye to you and my friends?" ”
He stared at the apple tree in the distance and looked at it quietly for a long time before saying, "The word goodbye is so sad, as if it were a farewell, and it was too cold." It seems that we have many ways of saying goodbye, but they are inseparable from the word 'sadness'. ”
I stared straight into his face, but he slowly put my little hands into his big hands and whispered, "Come with me, little one." ”
We held hands and went to the front yard, which was his most cherished place, where a huge red rose tree grew.
"Billy, what did you see?"
I looked at these roses in full bloom, but I didn't know what to say in my heart, so I replied presumptuously: "Grandpa, what I saw was a soft and beautiful flower!" It's so beautiful! ”
He got down on his knees, pulled me to his side, and said, "It's beautiful indeed." But it's not just the beauty of the roses themselves, Billy, but more importantly, the special territory in your mind that makes them so beautiful. ”
He met my gaze. "Billy, these roses were planted by me a long, long time ago, when your mother didn't even know where they were. On the day my eldest child was born, I planted these roses, which is a special way for me to be thankful to God. The boy, like you, is also called Billy, and I used to watch him pick those flowers and give them to his mother..."
Grandpa was already in tears (I hadn't seen him shed tears before), and his voice choked up.
"One day, a terrible war finally broke out, and my son, along with many other children, left home to go to the front. I walked with him to the train station... Ten months later, I received a telegram that Billy had died in a small village in Italy. All I can remember is that the last thing he said to me in his life was 'goodbye'. ”
Grandpa stood up slowly, "Billy, never say goodbye in the future. Don't get caught up in the sadness and loneliness of the world. On the contrary, I would like you to remember the happiness and joy of greeting your friend for the first time. Engrave this unusual greeting firmly in your heart, just as the sun is always together, warm and baked. When you're separated from your friends, think farther away, especially remembering to say hello for the first time. ”
A year and a half passed, and Grandpa was seriously ill and dying. After returning from the hospital for a few weeks, he chose the bed by the window so that he could see the rose tree he cherished.
One day, the family was gathered together, and I returned to the old house. As a rule, the eldest grandson also had the opportunity to say goodbye to his grandfather.
When it was my turn, I noticed that Grandpa was tired, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was slow and heavy. I held his hand gently, just as he had taken my hand.
"Hello, Grandpa." I greeted him softly, and his eyes opened slowly.
"Hello, my friend." He said, a smile flashing across his face, and his eyes closed again. I hurried away.
I stood quietly beside the rose tree when my uncle came up to me and told me that my grandfather had passed away. I couldn't help but think of my grandfather's words and the special feelings that formed our friendship. Suddenly, I truly understood what he meant when he said never say goodbye and didn't have to grieve.
The story was over, and I understood what he meant. So I pulled out my phone and replied to him with a text message, and I said "Never say goodbye, I'll remember the first greeting...". (Text: Wen Xin. Figure: Network)