There is a beauty called traditional Chinese medicine;

There is a power called martial arts;

There is a kind of inheritance called culture.

That face is very ordinary, and not many people will pay attention to him when walking in the street; That face is very special, which embodies the culture of traditional Chinese medicine, China martial arts and the five elements. That face is very wise. I always see him when I look for some creative inspiration. It's grandpa's persistent face.

Everyone's childhood is black, white and gray. When I was a child, I was very weak and my parents were busy with work, so I always lived with my grandfather and listened to his stories until I went to primary school. It can be said that my childhood was spent in the bitterness of Chinese medicine. Now I still remember everything in the shop: light green wooden medicine boxes, one after another; On the high glass table, grandpa wears reading glasses, writes prescriptions carefully, and says no to patients from time to time; And that nickname-my toy, with the fragrance of medicinal materials.

I often sit on a small bench and watch my grandfather shuttle between the counters, with a serious face and the sunshine covering him with Phnom Penh. I can see the thin sweat on his forehead and the piety and gentleness in his eyes. These medicines are probably grandpa's treasures! I thought.

When I was older, my grandfather would hold me and teach me to identify medicinal materials. At that time, my grandfather smiled and his tone was dull and slow, as if no one or anything could disturb us. What remains unchanged is the light in his eyes. Slowly, I know it's angelica dahurica, this is cardamom, and that one is forsythia ... Grandpa will also talk about their effects, but unfortunately I'm just passing it by. My feeling is: the names of these medicines are really nice. They may be made by fairies. Grandpa likes fairies, haha! When I told grandpa when I grew up, we all laughed, and there was a sense of satisfaction in the laughter-after so many years, he was still persistent, and I was really happy for grandpa, and there was a feeling of emotion overflowing from my heart.

The so-called martial arts originated from medicine and became medicine. "Your grandfather went to Zhejiang Province to participate in a martial arts competition and won the first prize!" As soon as I entered my grandmother's house, she smiled and pointed to my certificate and said to me. I can't express the surprise in words. I only remember that I was very happy. At that time, I remembered that grandpa went out to exercise at four o'clock every morning and watched some videos of other sects talking about boxing on the computer from time to time. In the past two years, government departments have held many Wushu competitions and performances. My grandfather studied martial arts with his great-grandfather when he was six years old, and has been practicing China Nanquan in the park since he was in his sixties. Rain or shine, he has practiced eighteen kinds of martial arts to perfection. It is precisely in this period of vigorously excavating traditional culture that China Wushu has been carried forward. Now he has become the president of Jiangnan Nanquan Rigid and Soft Wushu Association, and often takes his disciples to participate in martial arts performances in cities and counties. He has many disciples. In addition to practicing martial arts together in the early morning, some of them often come home. He has a small black scar on his left forehead. Because I was so hungry when I was a child. I climbed the stove to find food, and then I fell down. My grandmother quickly grabbed a handful of black ash from the chimney and wiped it on his forehead. The bleeding stopped, and then I left a scar about two centimeters in diameter. In order to keep fit, I began to learn Nanquan from my grandfather at an early age.

At that time, people in the village often fell and sprained. He learned how to make sprain medicine from his great grandfather. He used to raise a lot of chickens. He swept the chicken manure out of the coop, dried it, burned it to ashes, screened it out with a sieve, and mixed it with another kind of incense in a certain proportion. In the surrounding villages, whoever sprains his hand or foot will take one, boil the old wine and paste the powder into a paste, pick a towel gourd leaf and wrap it in cloth, and it will be fine in a few days. In our vast land, there are many magical stories, and even the ashes of animals and plants can play a special role, bringing peace and comfort to the lives of ordinary people.

Perhaps for these reasons, my grandfather has always liked Chinese medicine. When he was young, he worked during the day and taught himself Chinese medicine at night. He extracted many notes. Although he was useless, he kept on studying. He broke some books about pharmacy left by his grandfather. Later, I asked my uncle to study Chinese medicine. Now he has become a practicing doctor and has opened a big pharmacy at home. Grandpa happens to be a hero. Many prescriptions in a Chinese medicine secret recipe left by my grandfather were clinically applied by my grandfather, and then my uncle combined with modern Chinese medicine to improve and cure many people's diseases. Just like the sprain medicine of that year, now I can't find the raw materials, so my uncle replaced it with a better powder for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Thanks to this era, China's TCM health preservation and Wushu culture can be inherited and innovated.

There is an endless stream of people in the drugstore. Some of them are grandpa's disciples or great-grandfather's disciples to learn martial arts, some to take medicine to treat diseases, and some are guests who come to name their children, shops or companies. It turns out that my grandfather also knows Jin Mu's five elements of fire, water and soil, and how many strokes of words correspond to which line. According to the principle of common development and common resistance, he gave them an auspicious and pleasant name for free. In the eyes of ordinary people, these are very accurate, perhaps because they have injected the belief of winning from the beginning.

I can see that grandpa's old skin can't cover his spirit and self-confidence, and his small eyes are sparkling, just like looking at medicinal materials, which is called "love" light! That is the light called "persistence"! That is the light called "gratitude"! That is the so-called "inheritance and innovation" light! Every time I want to give up, I can see his face It is a face that constantly innovates in difficulties, giving me new strength, illuminating me with not particularly bright but enough light in the dark, and letting me step on the footsteps of a generation to open up a new world.