Remembering Grandpa

‘Grandpa, don’t you love me? Is it my arrival that you will stay in the world for a little longer, just to see me? Even a glance! I’m enough!’- Notes
“Rain in the Qingming Dynasty, pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask where the restaurant is. Passers-by point to Xinghua Village. Every time I mention this poem, the three words “Qingming Festival” always appear in my mind. That’s right. It’s this sad Festival – Qingming Festival.
In my mind, Qingming is to miss the days when I lost my loved ones. Although the sky is not beautiful, and did not take care of the people under the light fragrance of the continuous drizzle, so that everything is shrouded in sorrow. The warm sunshine also contains a touch of sadness, deep nostalgia and incomparable respect.
Three footprints broke the uninhabited silence on a rarely visited road. A little closer, the warm picture of three people will jump in front of you. Yes, the one in the middle, the shortest, with a needle in the ponytail and blackboard glasses, is me.
My parents and I made his way to worship my grandfather.
‘Did you see that kind grandpa? Did you see that grandpa I’ve never seen since I was born? Did you see that grandpa who didn’t give me a little love? If you saw it, tell me! Don’t let my impression of him be seen only in a black-and-white photo! If you saw it, tell me! Don’t let me know about him! It’s only in Grandma’s description! If you see it and tell me, I’ll be very grateful to you!’
I don’t know when you, the old man of time rushed by while I was silently reading the tightly packed notes in my hand.
It turned out that I had caught up with time to my grandfather’s tomb, and before my eyes was a row of neatly arranged soldiers, tall and powerful. But I believe your eyes will stay on the unique tall tree like mine. He is full of clusters of lilac flowers. Beautiful, small and lovely. Like a unique light in darkness; hugging warmth in cold; greeting dew in thirst.
Because it means so much to me – my grandfather’s patron saint.
Even if I’m not sure it is! Even if I don’t know how old it is! Even if I don’t know why it’s open here! Even if… It’s still very high in my heart, can you make me dislike it?
A shout pulled my thoughts back. I came to the lonely grave and worshipped regularly. In my ear came my mother’s constant nagging in the first half of the year: “Let your grandfather protect your health and enter a good university.” Although my mother told me this in my ear every time, I never obeyed. Soon firecrackers will be set off. I sat idly on the side of the stairs and wandered around. Sometimes I heard my parents talking about where to bury Grandma! Buried on Grandpa’s left or right. I was confused at once. It seems to me that someone is singing a sad melody in the bright red blood of the earth and venting the pain in his heart.
“Is it true that I have lost my grandmother’s love?” This sentence echoes in my mind. It can be said that there are endless sounds around the beam for three days. I sat down under the tree and buried my paper in the thick soil, playing with purple petals. Even later, my mother called me for a long time to respond.
It was only when I looked back that I found a flush hanging high behind me. The old man did not know where he had gone. The lost time also stays in the deep memory of my mind with the lost relatives. Because he let me experience unforgettable, once back to sadness, experience the treasure.

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