The warmth of those who have not gone away essay 700 words second year

Grandfather, a metaphor for a very old story, signifies the vicissitudes of the wheel of years, but also symbolizes an undying love.

"Learn to be patient when things are not as good as you want them to be, and a good boy must know how to treat people generously and honor his parents." I vaguely remember that this is my grandfather in my childhood most often said to me a few words, although my grandfather went to another world for many years, but in childhood left me too many memories, this hazy memories hidden in his deep love for me, but also loaded with my thoughts of him thick, I know, in fact, warmth, has never gone far.

When I was a child, I relied most on my grandfather, my grandfather's neat white teeth when he laughed, my grandfather's tall back when he walked ...... are y rooted in my memory, I am always accustomed to my grandfather's arms into the sweet dreams; always accustomed to my grandfather's back to avoid my father's scolding; but also always accustomed to holding my grandfather's hand into the The familiar campus. I still remember that it was an early winter morning, the sky was gray, and the sound of dripping rain on the window edge made me feel bad. Grandpa early ready to rain gear outside the door to urge me, all the way to the grandfather are using the umbrella to protect me, but always ignore their own, walked to the school door, grandfather with a habitual smile and I said goodbye, just as he turned around, I realized that in fact, half of the grandfather's clothes are wet, but I stood there stupidly looking at the umbrellas under the shadow of his figure, slowly disappeared into the crowd, the heart a little sour, but also full of warmth.

Memory, although I often in the grandpa side, but grandpa did not and mom and dad, and I live in a piece of time, and later know that is the father married to move into the new house, naturally, grandpa there became my "refuge", when I was a child, I was naughty, and often (www.zk168.com.cn) dinner and partners gathered after the evening meal. I was naughty when I was young, often in () after dinner and partners gathered to play a variety of fresh and exciting games, confused, but I always play over the father stipulated a good time to go home "time limit", so the ideological constraints of the logical let me think that grandpa's home is the most appropriate place for me to go, not yet run to grandpa downstairs it, then shouting at the top of their voices: "Grandpa, Grandpa, I'm downstairs." Whenever this time, the warm yellow light in the darkened window on the second floor would come back on, accompanied by the answering voice of Grandpa, who was awakened from his sleep, "Oh ...... it's coming, it's coming soon." My careful room was suddenly also lit up by the warm yellow light, full of infinite warmth.

Time came to me to read the fourth grade when, or early winter, grandpa sick, very serious illness, can not speak, can not move, he can only lie in the hospital that cold bed, every day, at that time I was not too understand, naive that grandpa is too tired, more rest rest, will always get well. One day after school, I went straight to my grandfather's hospital room, just to see him more. I remember clearly, I put my hand, which had been warmed up for a long time, under the quilt, and what I held tightly was my grandfather's cold hand, "Grandpa's hand is so cold, will he get better?" I turned my head and asked my mom, but the tears had already fallen unconsciously, my mom just held my grandpa's hand and mine together and also silently shed tears .....

The disease finally took Grandpa away, and for a long time, I didn't feel that Grandpa had left, because the heart was full of warm memories that he left me. Whenever happy, I will tell him silently in my heart; when sad, I will also quietly confide in him; grandpa's warm breath has been diffused in my side, never far away.