"Voice version" four candies, Wen / Wang Zixuan

It is often said that there are four elders in the family, such as four treasures. How fortunate I am that I have grandparents and grandparents and grandparents. They are not only the four treasures of the family, but for me, they are the sweetest candy in my life.

　　I think my grandfather should have been a sandwich candy given to me by the world. He was the outside, but inside he had a soft heart. Needless to say, he is a typical knife-mouthed tofu heart, speaking more powerfully than anyone else, obviously wanting to be good to others, but he has to show a fierce appearance. I rarely called him, and most of the time Grandma asked me to call him. When I took the initiative to call him on the first call, he still remembered the surprise on the other end, and every time I called Grandpa, he would definitely reply: "Hey! His voice on the other end of the phone was so cautious that he perhaps realized that I was starting to drift away from him. Our conversations often get into the awkwardness of not having anything to say, but I try to provoke the topic, and I think he should be willing to listen to my voice a little longer.

　　My grandmother loves crystal fudge, she looks soft like crystal fudge. The words I heard most touching from my grandmother were: "You are an intellectual, you will not have more mother-in-law's heart!" "I didn't know what to say for a moment. In the eyes of my grandmother, who had never been to school, I was proud to be able to go to school in the big city.

　　My grandmother has hurt me since I was a child, and usually my parents scolded me, she has always been partial to me and spoiled me. As long as I shout tired she will definitely crouch down and carry me up. That short, stocky body always gave me a warm embrace, and it didn't prevent her from always being busy with chai rice oil and salt. Those hands, which were often stained with spring water and ravines, did not know how many wounds they had experienced before they became so rough and old. In my mother's words: Grandma was either in the kitchen or on her way to the kitchen.

　　My grandmother and grandfather were like whole pieces of chocolate wrapped in jumping candy. The bumping candy that rubs when it meets, collides with a continuous and tiny spark, but it is only the flavor of mellow chocolate, and finally it is still necessary to melt into the aroma of chocolate. Grandparents quarreled when they met, and the quarrels continued, but these so-called quarrels never affected their real feelings. They have been with each other for so many years, ups and downs, and the guardian is still the other party. I still remember that once the whole family pressed the road during the New Year, firecrackers jumped into the sky, without warning, my parents' first reaction was to see if the children in the same group were frightened, but my grandmother was the first to criticize the young man who set off the firecrackers. By the time we reacted, Grandma was already asking Grandpa if he was frightened. Grandpa smiled thickly, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, which should be why he usually willingly let his grandmother go.

　　I compare the four treasures of our family to the candy of life, may time never grow old, and sweetness always be with us.