#秋日生活打卡季#
Author: Guo Guanghua
The spring breeze blows, sending a burst of fragrance. The begonia flowers outside the window are blooming again, and a pink tree touches people's hearts. I stood in front of the window and muttered, "If I had to go back in time, I would have to go back to 1987 and hug you tightly......
That year, the begonias in the courtyard bloomed just right, the petals were pink, the stamens were goose yellow, and the tree was bright and delicate. After lunch, the sun shines through the begonias, stained with a fragrant fragrance. You took my hand, and there was laughter. I sat under the tree, and in front of me were your calloused and dexterous hands, slender pieces of bamboo crossed, folded, three or two, into a cute little rabbit. I took it in surprise and ran in the courtyard: "Little white rabbit, white and white, two ears up, love to eat radishes and vegetables......" That year, that afternoon, I was immersed in bamboo weaving and intoxicated under the begonias.
A few days later, you were nowhere to be seen outside the school gate. When I got home, there was no warm smile on my face under the begonia. The evening breeze swept by, and the begonias fell one after another, covering the bamboo weaving and slices under the trees. I began to think about you, and I wanted you to weave bamboo under the begonias.
Overnight, the begonias were gone, and there were a few regrets left. I sat under the tree, picked up a piece of pink, and stared at it for a long time, waiting for you to appear.
I waited day and night, and finally waited for the answer. That day, my mom took me to the hospital. You sit on the hospital bed, in good spirits, but your temples have been wrapped in silver frost, and your warm and dexterous hands have become cold and clumsy. When you saw me, you smiled: "Good, Huazi, don't be afraid, we are going to play hide and seek, I will hide in a place where no one can see, you come to me." However, before you find me, you must study hard and make progress every day, otherwise you will lose......" I nodded vigorously, and you smiled, tears in your eyes. I didn't expect that this meeting would be the last goodbye.
In late autumn, the begonia flowers are gone, and the red fruits are hanging on the branches.
I stand under the begonia tree, thinking of seeing you again.
I never saw you again, but since then there has been a black and white photo of you in the house. I was too young to realize I had lost you forever. Later I understood death and understood goodbye. I also understood that outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass was green. I finally understood that you used begonias to cover the pain and horror of death, leaving hope and love, and you stayed forever in that afternoon, but I rushed towards the future.
Grandma, if you go back to 1987, I will definitely hug you tightly.
That year, the begonias fell into a mound. Behold, the breeze has crossed the mountains, and the begonias have bloomed again. Did you see that? Dear Grandma, it is full of my thoughts.
About author:Guo Guanghua is a Chinese teacher at the No. 8 Middle School in Ningyang County, Shandong Province, and likes to write something. He has published more than 1,000 articles in newspapers and magazines such as "Novel Monthly", "Jinshan" and "New Story Club".