The 95-year-old grandfather returned to his hometown, and a 'mother' knelt in front of the grave and cried bitterly, which was deeply moving!
The wind is blowing, and the green willows are hanging silk, which is the April day in the world. On April 11, the morning light spilled mottled through the cracks in the curtains, as if with a little warmth beckoning. A small car slowly drove out of the hustle and bustle of the city under the reflection of the morning glow, heading towards the distant hometown. Inside the car, there was a silver-haired old man, who quietly stared at the scenery outside the car window, with a little confusion in his eyes, but hidden deep expectations.
This old man is my 95-year-old grandfather. Today, accompanied by me, he will return to his hometown, which is full of memories, and visit the graves of his ancestors. It was a journey that meant a lot to him, because he knew that this could be the last time he would return to the place where he once lived.
Grandpa is old, and his body is not as strong as before. In recent years, he has rarely had the opportunity to return to his hometown, a place full of memories of his youth. But today, he wants to go back, go back to the graves of those ancestors who once accompanied him to grow up, to express his nostalgia and respect.
The wheels roll forward, and time seems to pass in this moment. Along the way, I chatted with my grandfather about the past. His words reveal a deep nostalgia for the past and infinite affection for his family. He talked about the laughing time in the fields when he was a child, and talked about the grand scenes of ancestor worship in those years. Every sentence seems to carry the precipitation of the years, which makes me feel his cherishment of the family and the past.
The car finally stopped in front of the old house. Grandpa staggered out of the car on crutches. His gaze wandered around the courtyard, as if searching for the lost time. I helped him through the village road to the hillside at the east end of the village, and arrived at the grave of my ancestor.
Grandpa's eyes suddenly softened and deepened at this moment. He stared at the tombstone, as if he saw the past time, and saw the mother who once loved and cared for him. The corners of his eyes began to moisten, and tears quietly slipped down.
"Mother-" Grandpa suddenly knelt down in front of the grave and cried loudly. His hands trembled and stroked the tombstone, as if touching the distant years. I stood by and watched him silently, tears glistening in my eyes. I know that this is the emotional catharsis that my grandfather hides deep in his heart, and it is his deep longing for his mother and his attachment to the past.
At that moment, the whole world seemed to stand still. From time to time, the spring breeze brushed my grandfather's gray hair and my dress, and only my grandfather's crying echoed in the air. I held his hand tightly, trying to pass on some warmth and support to him. I know that such moments are precious and rare for him, because it is his last way of saying goodbye to his mother, and it is also a kind of relief for his past.
Grandpa cried for a while before he gradually calmed down. He stood up and looked at the tombstone and bowed deeply, then turned to leave, as if to make a formal farewell to the past, and I knew that his heart must be filled with endless emotion and thought. Perhaps at this moment he truly understands the fragility and transience of life, as well as the importance of family inheritance; perhaps at this moment he feels the ruthlessness of the years, but at the same time he also experiences the eternity and warmth of family affection; or perhaps at this moment he just wants to quietly remember the past and miss those relatives who have accompanied him through the wind and rain......
We slowly walked back to the car, and Grandpa looked in the direction of his hometown, his eyes shining with a complicated light. It is a deep memory of the past, an expectation for the future, and a deep understanding of life. He slowly got into the car and sat in the passenger seat, still staring at his hometown in the distance.
I started the car and drove away slowly. On the way back, Grandpa remained silent, as if immersed in his own world. I didn't dare to disturb him, just drove silently and accompanied him through this unforgettable journey.
The car drove down the road, and the scenery on both sides flew by. Grandpa suddenly said, "Granddaughter, you have to cherish your current life! Don't wait until you lose it to know how to cherish it." I was moved by this and nodded deeply.
Grandpa's words made me ponder. Yes, life is so short and fragile, we should cherish every time we spend with family and friends. Don't wait until you lose it to regret it, and always cherish the people and things in front of you.