Lao Huangli's viewpoint composition

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 a yellowish 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 naive ideas seem a bit ridiculous now.

Your memory is like countless small shells on the beach. It was not until the tide of memory came ashore that the covered yellow sand was washed away until the 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, after four months, 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 have I dared not make a sound for fear that others would find out.

Grandma always tells me about you, and I know she won't tell anyone except me, so I always have special memories of you. You said you would buy a battery car and take grandma out for a walk when you were well. You have lived for most of your life, but you haven't begun to enjoy life. 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 are you willing to let go of your baggage only in the dead of night? But you know that life really needs a little beauty and laughter, and the tough and unfair fate will soften, but you know that a family always needs mutual support and care. Otherwise, how could you go shopping by bike because I came back from school sweating and 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 the sound of you sawing wood again in my ear. When I think back to you sweating and trying to do these things, I can see that you are in pain. After all kinds of suggestions, you always simply say, "Now, if you can, do more and help the old lady cut more. This will last for several years. You can light a 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 the corners of my mouth-it was embarrassing. At this time, what you want to see is nothing more than the goodwill of the family, not full of helpless accusations. 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 in the past, but now I think calmly, I find it difficult for you. It may be the characteristic of all working people to devote their lives to food, clothing, housing and transportation for their families. At the last moment, you still don't forget your simple insistence and give your heart and blood selflessly to everyone who loves you. This is painful and happy!

Grandpa, what should I tell you? At this moment of understanding you, I found that my mouth was 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!