The warmth grandpa brought me 600
Grandpa passed away just before the Chinese New Year last year. Originally, I wanted to go to my grandpa's house for a few days after the New Year. Unexpectedly, just three days before the New Year, there was a call from my grandpa's house, asking us to go there immediately, saying that grandpa was no longer alive, and that we should hurry up to see grandpa for the last time. One glance.
The car was speeding on the road to Changchun. At this time, tears were already rolling in my eyes, and I thought: Can this car drive faster? Entering Changchun, when we anxiously arrived at grandpa’s house, many people were waiting quietly in grandpa’s house. There are some that we know, some that we don’t know, and some that we know but have forgotten after not seeing each other for a long time. When I entered the house and rushed to my grandfather's bedside, I saw that my grandfather's face was sallow, his eyes were closed tightly, and he kept breathing out from his mouth. With tears streaming down my face, I said softly: "Grandpa, I'm here!" "Grandpa didn't know where he got the strength to sit up suddenly. He opened his eyes slightly and glanced at me. His mouth moved as if he wanted to say something. Before I could react, Grandpa fell straight on the bed and passed away.
When grandma said: "Grandpa is gone!", the whole house was filled with sad cries. My tears couldn't stop streaming down my face. I was so stupid at the time that I didn't know what to do. My brother pulled me aside and said, "Don't cry! Grandma is sad enough today. If you cry again and let grandma see it, what if something happens to grandma?" I had to hold back my tears. Swallowed it back.
It was already noon when I burned paper for my grandpa. My father asked me to go to dinner with other people. I said to my father: "You go ahead. Grandma has bad legs and feet and needs someone to take care of her. I will eat with grandma at home later."
I I continued to burn paper for my grandfather. At this time, Mr. Feng Shui said to my father: "Let the child do it. This may make him feel better."
When I saw the burning paper being burned by the fire, In the ashes, I seemed to see again the scene of my grandfather coaxing me when I was a child. The fire warmed my chest, as if grandpa was by my side right now!
When I was a child, my grandfather always took me to the yard to set off firecrackers in winter. Every time, my little hands would turn red from the cold. Seeing this scene, grandpa used his rough and warm hands to hold my little hand to make me feel warm. But when I got home, I found that grandpa's hands were so cold that they were a little stiff. I asked grandpa: "Does it hurt?" Grandpa said with a smile, "It's okay. Why does it hurt? It's just a little skin break." At that time, I was so naive that I believed Grandpa's "lie", so I went out to talk to him who was a few years older than me. children played together. You know it won’t be long before grandpa will still be worried about me and chase me out, chasing me very far away with difficulty step by step...
As spring is about to end, Before summer came, my grandfather would make me a bow every year. We took a small and durable bench to the shadow of the willow tree in the backyard, and there was a small cherry tree next to it. I would clamor for my grandpa to pick cherries for me, and grandpa would pick cherries for me with a small, clean iron basin. He would look at me squatting there obediently while eating cherries, looking up at me with a smile. Grandpa, grandpa touched my head happily, then stepped on the stool carefully, holding the tree with one hand, and using sharp scissors with the other hand to cut off a tough willow branch. Then he carefully came down and found a tough willow branch. Elastic rubber bands are used to tie the two sides of the branches, and the reed poles used as covers last year are used as arrows for me. Sometimes they also use willow branches to make me a flute, which I call "squeaking". Every day I would hold a bow and follow my grandfather behind me while blowing a messy and melodious "scream". At that time, I knew that life without my grandfather would be impossible.
During the summer vacation, my father went to my grandpa’s house to visit me and bought me a very beautiful football. When my father went to work in other places, I had to play football. After all, it was much more fun than simple bows and "screaming". But it turned out that the older brothers I played with were already in school, so I begged to play with my grandpa all day long.
My grandfather was already in his seventies at that time, but he still played with me for my sake. I held the football happily, and grandpa took my little hand to an open place to play football.
There are a few tall and straight poplar trees beside the dirt road in the countryside, which can provide us with some shade. Not far below the dirt road is a small, clean ditch. I stood in the shade and said to my grandfather: "Grandpa, I will kick the football to you, and then you will kick it to me. Okay?" Grandpa smiled and said, "Okay!"
I kicked the football to you I gave it to my grandpa, who kicked it to me as fast as he could. I was ignorant at the time and said that grandpa was too slow, so I played with grandpa all afternoon. When I got home, my grandfather was already flushed, like a red-faced Guan Gong, but he couldn't breathe. When grandma saw my grandfather's appearance, she gave me a scolding. Grandpa stood there, rubbing his waist with his big rough hands, and gasping for air: "Stop scolding your grandson, I'm not in the way!" From then on, I never dared to play football with my grandpa again.
When I think about my childhood, I have never been beaten or scolded by my grandfather. Even if I made a big mistake, my grandfather would just raise his rough hand high, and the moment it fell down , as grandpa sighed, he put his hand down. Naturally, I kept admitting my mistakes and asked for forgiveness from my grandfather. Then, grandpa will still happily take me out to play.
The flames rose into the sky again, and then fell down again. I suddenly recovered and found that the fire was about to go out, so I added a few more pieces of paper and knelt in front of my grandfather’s coffin. People know that I was already in tears at this time...
In the evening, when the funeral ceremony began, everyone cried. Mr. Feng Shui read the eulogy in front of him with a solemn expression. There he kowtows, thinking about what happened to his grandfather during his lifetime. He just left like this. After taking one last look at me, he seemed to be about to say something and died as soon as he opened his mouth. When I was finishing my appearance, I couldn't close my mouth. I guess it was my grandfather who wanted to say something to me before he died!
Perhaps it is my nostalgia for us, or it may be my last request. At this time, I can only wish my grandpa a better life in heaven than on earth. He will never be tired from now on, and will look at you with a happy smile. Looking after us, I hope that my father, mother and my family will live better and better!