Huang Chaoqiang's memory

I always thought that you were a dilapidated old house and could no longer protect me; I always thought you were an old coal lamp with yellow aperture, which could not guide me forward; I always thought you were a crumpled old calendar book, hiding the paper fragrance of the years, but you could not have the glory of the past. These childish ideas seem a bit ridiculous now.

Your memory is like countless tiny shells on the beach. It was not until the tide of memory came ashore that the covered yellow sand was washed away until the deep and indelible texture was revealed. Now I am walking on the beach of memory, letting the tide beat my barefoot in the yellow sand, refreshing my past with you again and again, and drifting to the middle of the deep blue sea by the sea breeze of memory. ...

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Grandpa, four months have passed, and I always think of the last time I saw you. At that time, my eyes were wet and I couldn't cry. But now, how many times I think of you, I always hide under the bed and secretly cry. How many times did you dare not speak out for fear that others would find out?

Grandma always tells me about you. I know she won't tell anyone except me, so I have always kept special memories of you. You said that when you were better, you would buy a battery car and take grandma out for a walk. You've lived most of your life, and you haven't begun to enjoy it. Grandma always choked up when she said this. I know it was the last promise to accompany you in your life, and it was sad that it didn't come true. You always ride an old bike, but you are willing to let go of your old partner and experience the novelty.

Don't you share your feelings when you are happy? Or is it only in the dead of night that you are willing to let go of your burden? But you know, life really needs a little beauty and laughter, and the tough and unfair fate will soften, but you know, a family always needs mutual support and care. Otherwise, how could you go shopping on a bicycle because I came back from school and broke out in a sweat but never cared? That's more than an hour round trip!

Sometimes, I will unconsciously go to the back door of the old house and just stand there, looking at the straw and dozens of bundles of wood piled up in half a room. I seem to hear you sawing wood again in my ear. When I think back to you sweating like a pig and trying your best to do these things, I can see that you are in pain After all kinds of suggestions, you always simply say, "If you can do more now, do more, help the old woman cut more, last for a few years, and burn the fire." I always blame you urgently and painfully. You're playing with a straw in the oven alone. Although I didn't say a word, I clearly saw my slight corners of the mouth-so embarrassed. At that time, what you want to see is nothing more than the goodwill of the family, not the blame full of helplessness. I was silent at that time, I didn't know what to say, and I didn't know how to say it.

I didn't understand it at all before, but now I think calmly and realize how difficult it is for you. It may be the characteristic of all working people to devote their lives to the satisfaction of food, clothing, housing and transportation for their families. At the last moment, you still don't forget your simple persistence, and dedicate your hard work selflessly to everyone who loves you. You come through thick and thin!

Grandpa, what should I tell you? Understanding your moment, I found the corners of my mouth so happy; Every time I miss you, I feel more cordial because of your feelings. I will remember your dedication with my heart and blood!