There was once a person who carried all my sustenance and dependence, and I never thought that this person would no longer touch my head with warmth. In the days when he was not with me, I often thought that if a person who loved himself left, like a fine piece of porcelain, he would never find the original perfection. Looking back, I really think there are too many memories.
Grandpa has always been tall, thin and thin in my impression, smiling like Maitreya Buddha, although he does not have the posture of Maitreya Buddha, but has a smile as infectious as Maitreya Buddha.
Grandpa had a soft spot for flowers and plants. In the yard, in the house, on the windowsill of the bedroom... Flowers and plants can be seen everywhere. To this end, Grandpa also specially set aside a small open space in front of the bedroom window, surrounded by a fence, which is planted with various flowers and plants, every summer, the small flower shop is called beautiful, and all kinds of colors shine together, like a rainbow. Whenever this happens, I always pestering Grandpa and asking "Grandpa, what is this flower?" and "Ah, that is so beautiful, what is the name!" "This is probably why Grandpa's yard has always been brick." Grandpa's yard was small, but it was full of life. Fluffy grass grows in humble places. So I especially loved to play in my grandfather's yard, maybe I would find "little surprises".
Not only does grandpa's house have many flowers and plants, but my family also has many, most of them from grandpa's house. Whenever I stared intently at a flower, Grandpa could always guess my careful thoughts: "Like it, if you like it, take it home." "Whenever Grandpa came to my house, he was bound to look at the flowers and plants, and if he saw that I was writing homework, he would gently walk over and carefully look through the homework I had placed next to him.
But on that very day, everything changed.
Hearing the news that there was something going on at home to go home, a premonition pierced my chaotic state of mind like an electric current, miserable, white and bright. On the way home, my brain went blank, and I silently told myself: "Don't crow's mouth, how can it be, impossible." ”
But when I got home, it was really like that, and Grandpa died. I couldn't stop crying, and when I saw Grandma, Grandma choked up and said, "Your grandpa won't suffer over there anymore." "I covered my eyes with my hands and cried even harder, my heart was like a knife, and I couldn't wipe away my tears.
I stared blankly at the small courtyard, how the small courtyard that used to be full of life had become so desolate at the moment. Suddenly, I saw my favorite ginkgo tree as a child, and the old picture came back to me: "Grandpa, look! I held a piece of ginkgo biloba leaf, "It's like a small fan!" I took the fan twice, and Grandpa looked at me with a smile and said happily, "Yeah, yeah!" "But... I want to see your kind smile, how much I want to sit in the courtyard with you, blowing the evening breeze and chatting... However, all this was stolen by the thief of time, mercilessly stole everything between me and you. The ginkgo tree seemed to have known before me that something was going to happen, and it could not suppress the sadness in my heart, and it had no spirit and withered. I will never see the exuberant ginkgo tree of yesteryear again, I will never see My Grandfather again... Tears fell silently down his cheeks again.
A thunder tears through the sky, and heavy rain falls from the sky, coming quickly and fiercely. There was no one in the room to speak, just the sound of rain knocking on the window, tight frowns, wet corners of the eyes, undried tear marks, endless thoughts, endless sadness, at this moment all turned into the unbridled rain outside the window.
The evening breeze was still gentle and gently caressed my cheek. I will always remember those good times, because this is the only nostalgia between me and Grandpa, the only memory, I look at the stars in the night sky: "Grandpa, you must be guarding me from afar, right?" ”
One point number Jinan Li Yaru
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