Although my grandfather is over 80 years old, he looks very young, because he never loses his temper, drinks wine occasionally for health, does not smoke and pays great attention to maintenance. Grandpa is always busy at home. He takes the initiative to find something to do every day, such as feeding pigs, cooking, having grandchildren and mediating conflicts in the neighborhood. He is like a member of the service class. He went wherever he was needed and worked tirelessly all his life.
Grandpa's name is Wu. He is neither tall nor short, fat, with gray hair, thin face and wrinkled face. He has bright eyes, a unique nose and calloused hands. He looks serious, kind, tough and amiable.
Grandpa's family has five brothers and sisters. He is the youngest, and all his brothers and sisters like to call him Laowu.
Grandpa is a soldier and is reasonable in dealing with people. His tall and firm waist, standard military salute, forceful pace, always with a healthy spirit, exquisite work, never dragging his feet. In my heart, he is my idol and an example for our family.
I grew up with my grandparents. What impressed me the most was that in grandpa's bedroom, there were all kinds of medals he won in the army when he was young, and a rusty steel knife was hidden. According to my mother, the army rewarded him when he joined the army. There is also a small box in the room, which is not very heavy. There are old papers such as Tian Zheng and many Song fonts in it. Unfortunately, I couldn't read at that time, but I can't find it now.
Grandpa always likes to talk about his life in the army when he was young, where he joined the army, where there were customs and what he did. Those are grandpa's unforgettable memories.
Apart from telling the story of a soldier's life, what he nags most is the interesting stories of several uncles. He often tells me how hard he studied when he was a child. He dances with knives and mows grass on the mountain in the morning, digs the ground on the slope diligently at noon, and sweats in the scorching sun every day. There are countless ways to cut vegetables, beg for pig food and plow fields. When I get home at night, I study hard.
Whenever I am playful, my grandfather will stare at me with big eyes and say, "Keep studying every day." "If you don't study for three days, you won't catch up with Liu Shaoqi." What can I do after not studying? Do you work like me every day? When you were full of uncles, the lights didn't appear. You all read with kerosene lamps. How hard it is. You should cherish today's happy life. After listening to grandpa's words, I sat down, picked up the book and read it carefully.
I often ask my grandfather, father and brother-in-law how to study. Grandpa whispered that when my brother-in-law was in junior high school, he studied very well. One year, he got the third place in the class, that is, he was playful and couldn't read the last book. Your father can't afford to go to junior high school because his family is poor. At that time, there was no money, so it was only for Uncle Man to study. Whenever he said this, Grandpa would close his eyes and think thoughtfully. Although he himself knew that the past could not be traced, he still left a regret in his heart. ....
Grandpa writes very well. Whether it is regular script or running script, he always brings a pen. One weekend, my grandfather and I practiced calligraphy together. I have no patience after writing one, because my handwriting is always ugly. Grandpa found that you can't be impatient when practicing calligraphy. If you used to flinch when you met some difficulties in the war, you wouldn't have a happy life now. "Grandpa's words, I settled down again and carefully watched grandpa's wave. Grandpa's face immediately changed from "cloudy" to "sunny", and the dark clouds on his face cleared away. He said to me earnestly, "If you know your mistakes, you will correct them. Be a good boy, and your efforts will always pay off.". "In this way, grandpa will accompany me to practice calligraphy every week. Occasionally, I grew up in my grandfather's words and deeds, which taught me a lot of truth in my life and study.
Grandpa not only does things succinctly, but also explains a lot of truth. I remember in high school, I really didn't want to study, and my grandfather would sit next to me and tell me earnestly. What you eat will soon be gone, but if you read more books, the knowledge inside will remain in your mind forever. Everything is self-abased, only reading is high, reading more, even if reading is not good, as long as you work hard, you will not regret it, and you will not regret it in the future.
That summer, grandma died and dad went home. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. When I came home from Guangxi and saw my grandfather, I couldn't help crying. My grandfather comforted me and said: Flowers bloom and fall. Everything in the world has a beginning and an end, which belongs to the law of nature. We are also a part of nature, and we will return to nature eventually, so don't be too sad. Grandpa's words always contain great truth, which inspires me a lot and inspires our family to grow sturdily. He is like a lighthouse, leading this leaf cabinet in our family to a bright future.
When I was two years old, my father had been working outside, while my mother went to work on the slope every day and came back late every day. Since then, I have often lived with my grandfather. My brother and I shared a bed with him. Grandpa always arranges for me to sleep at the bottom. He is in the middle, and my brother sleeps outside. I remember when I was in primary school, I built a new 5-square wooden house with two beds in it. Grandpa and I sleep together. Over the years, under the protection of my grandparents, all the mistakes I made and the suffering I suffered outside were eaten by them. I'm used to their existence. No matter what happens, I always ask my grandparents and never think about it. I dare not even think about it, because they are my closest relatives. No matter what I say or do, they will tolerate me. I often think so. At that time, I often followed my grandfather, and wherever he went, I went. At that time, I was very young and thought this "little old man" was very good. He often buys me delicious food, makes me laugh, gives me pocket money, picks me up, shakes me on my leg, and sometimes holds me high. I can't help laughing.
When I grow up, I know that "little old man" is my grandfather. Grandpa often takes me to the market. Sometimes grandpa helps Uncle Man look after shops and sell things in the village. I haven't seen him for a long time. Whenever I come home from school, I feel very uncomfortable. I remember one summer vacation, I told my cousin that I would never leave again. They agreed. Without telling my family, I went to the village and went back to my grandfather's house. My parents couldn't find it for a long time, and they were as anxious as ants in a hot pot, looking for help everywhere. Finally, they knew that we were in the village. They were very angry, but they were also very helpless.
Our family has always inherited the hard-working and simple family style. As long as I can remember, grandpa has been working in the fields at dawn every day. When spring came, he organized the villagers to build a cowshed to provide everyone with a place to rest. When you have time, go to farm, plant vegetables on cultivated land, and plant oranges, peaches, persimmons and grapes on wasteland. What impressed me the most was the orange orchard. Every autumn, Huang Jingjing has a large area of land. Every time the local villagers go to the place of "Eight Kings", they always come to taste the fruit planted by grandpa.
At that time, I never knew when grandpa would get up. Anyway, when I went to the field to bring him rice, a large piece of land in the field had been plowed. At that time, when I was young, I thought it was easy to farm, and I could farm a lot of fields in a short time. It was interesting, so I gave it a try. It's hard. I never learned it. Later, I heard from my grandfather that there are many stresses in plowing: weeding is the main purpose of plowing where there are many grasses; Pull up the big grass that is difficult to cultivate, so as not to compete with the wheat seedlings for water and fertilizer; Plowing should pay attention to methods, flexible hands and feet, open arms, three points and one line, orderly relaxation, in order to plow quickly; Can't mess. It turns out that farming is also so particular!
Autumn is the time to harvest rice. My family went to harvest rice collectively, and my grandfather cut it quickly and well. I cut it like my grandfather did. It took a lot of effort to cut badly and slowly, leaving traces of rice leaves on my hand wall. After cutting the rice, you should mash it in the wooden frame with a handful of rice until all the rice grains are taken back. Finally, expose it to the sun and put it in the room. Grandpa is tired and sweaty every time he works, but he is very happy. Grandpa told me that it doesn't matter whether you are tired or not. I am satisfied that you have food, shelter and happiness. Although I didn't understand what grandpa said at that time, I smiled when I saw him smile. I didn't understand grandpa's good intentions until I grew up.
Grandpa has great strength. He often goes to the place 0/00 meters away from the school/kloc-to build land. Whenever he comes home from school, he will see grandpa digging alone. Listen to grandpa, several uncles are married and must be separated. Push this small slope early, and it will be much more convenient to build a house in the future. Two houses can be built here. Grandpa smiled and told me that he was sweating all over, but he was full of energy. Sometimes he digs all day, and his back aches. The next day, he still saw the back of his excavation. After a few months, Xiaopo slowly disappeared from public view. Although pushing mountains is very tiring, every time I dig with my grandfather, there is always a little smile on his face.
Grandpa often goes to the village to go to the market. In addition to selling things, he pays food tax. He always carries a burden of 100 kg on his shoulders. He set out early in the morning and had to go back and forth over mountains 15 miles, which is 6 hours' journey. At that time, there was no access and it was very hard.
Looking back, I can't count how many winters and summers there were. Grandpa didn't give me blood night, but he told me a thousand times and never asked me to return. He always supports me with the most silent and warm arms. He is an ordinary and great man. He always pours a cup of nectar when I need it most, and blooms the flowers of happiness. I deeply feel that extraordinary love.
Thank you, Grandpa Long Ting, for giving us different beauty, different love and different warmth. (Author Wu Huazhen)