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In my memory, grandpa's shadow appears and disappears like a starry sky covered by clouds.
Like a black and slippery loach, whenever I want to capture his information and never see his face clearly, I hide in the hazy dream river and don't know where it is.
In fact, I have long known that unlimited imagination is not as good as limited memory, although the memory about him is so scarce.
Because I work in a different place, my father didn't trust my study and took me with him since I was a child. I'm still studying in the city, and I can only go back to my hometown once in the New Year. Because of this, my contact with my grandfather is very short, but every time I go back to my hometown, I can learn something from the peasant breath that smells like earth.
The year before last was the farthest year I can remember, but that year I remembered my grandfather's smile best.
Hearing the sound of wheels coming from the woodshed, I immediately put on my shoes and ran downstairs. I saw grandpa pushing a bucket car out of the woodshed. I asked him, "Grandpa, where are you going?" He looked at me and said, "Rice milling! Come and help me carry these bags of grain into the car. "
"hmm." I nodded, and together with him, I carried two bags full of grain to the most common fighting car in the countryside.
"Milling rice" is really a new word for me, so I decided to go with my grandfather.
Walking past the stone bridge, the river at the bottom of the bridge roared fiercely, and the noise drowned out the sound of the bucket car bumping on the uneven road.
"Grandpa, wasn't this bridge built only once last year?"
"Well, when you are repairing the bridge, you can't cross the river from here. You can only cross the river by boat, which is quite troublesome. However, the people who built the bridge did a good job, but there were many people and cars every day, and now the stone bridges are deformed. Alas ... "Grandpa said with a sigh.
I listened to grandpa's words, looked up and saw his gray hair, looked at his bow figure, and felt a pang of sadness in my heart.
"Grandpa, I'll do it."
"You are too young to push?"
I immediately got under his arm between my grandfather and the bucket truck, holding the handlebar in my hand, and smiled and said to my surprised grandfather behind me, "Just let me come and have a rest."
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Later, we finally came to the rice mill. I was just about to stop to have a rest when I heard grandpa's happy cry from behind me: "Brother Zheng, rice milling, hahaha ..."
I looked back in surprise, and finally I was lucky enough to see grandpa's smile, which was so bright that my eyes narrowed. Smiling, holding a straw hat in his right hand, flapping again and again, the sun danced happily on his black and white hair, white cloth coat, black pants and brown skin. This is the most beautiful image of grandpa in my heart. I thought it was my grandpa's pleasure to watch me grow up. Maybe there are other reasons why an old man guarding an old house can laugh.
Grandpa is often the only one in the old house. After my parents and I went to town, I left him with my sister. At first, my grandfather was willing to amuse the children, but gradually, my sister grew up and went to boarding school. He not only paid her tuition, but also had to endure loneliness alone. Later, things happened.
That is, last year, on the morning of the Spring Festival, the news of grandma's death spread. My grandmother didn't leave for no reason. One month before her death, she caught a cold and stayed in the hospital for nearly two weeks. I also visited her in the hospital with other family members.
Grandpa is the one who takes care of my grandmother the most. Because my grandmother is in hospital, she seldom goes home. When I went to the ward, he was busy wiping the old man's face and giving medicine. Rarely talk to us.
Later, for some reason, the old man simply moved back home for a week. Then, on the morning of the Spring Festival, the old man lay in bed, closing his eyes peacefully, as if he would never wake up.
Grandma's funeral diluted the excitement of the Spring Festival. The lion dance team patrolling the streets for the New Year didn't come to my house. The red firecrackers on the wall didn't light. Grandpa took them off with scissors himself. The old house is like shaking in a red and white world. Grandpa doesn't know whether to tear off the keeper posted by Lian Gang and hang up the white cloth list. We must arrange the ceremony before the funeral in the old tile house.
The whole family knelt in front of grandma's memorial tablet, the children who were not sensible sat and played, some uncles and aunts burst into tears, and only grandpa was silent. Surprisingly, his eyes are so deep. Is it bottomless sadness or another impulse?
Facing the senior high school entrance examination this year, I was afraid I couldn't spare time in my busy study, so I told my grandfather about it on the phone and said I couldn't accompany him for the New Year. At the other end of the phone, it was the silence of the old man, during which I couldn't figure out the mood of the old man. Finally, he said, "study hard."
This sentence deeply shocked me: can you learn the nobility of the elderly in the sea of books? Struggle in poverty, bear in sadness and bear in loneliness. No one has ever taught me such an important truth except my dear grandpa! I recall the things I got along with my grandfather: harvesting in the fields, watering vegetables, driving ducks, eating bananas he planted, hanging clothes on the roof to dry radishes, and he would buy me a bottle of coke on holidays ... In the past three years, I learned a lot from my grandfather. He is the pine and cypress in my life, evergreen.
So, I put away the network cable in the desperate search, no longer fantasized, and returned to my heart. Although I can't say it is vast, my memory clearly shows me that my grandfather is no stranger.