The one memory in my heart
On a cold winter's day, snowflakes drifted in the sky. I walked alone on the countryside path, suddenly a strange but familiar fragrance broke into my heart - oh, this warm smell of baked sweet potatoes, all of a sudden awakened my sleeping memories ......
I remember, it was also a bitterly cold winter, I I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
One day, Grandpa said, "Let's bake sweet potatoes for dinner later, OK?" A group of children heard this and jumped around in front of the fireplace. The first thing that happened was that the children were not able to see the sweet potatoes, but they were able to see the sweet potatoes, and they were able to see the sweet potatoes, and they were able to see the sweet potatoes. We children stared at the fireplace, anxiously waiting for the sweet potatoes to cook. Grandpa sat on a stool, patiently clip clip firewood, gather ash, not anxious and not impatient, the red light of the fire reflected Grandpa's face, looked so kind. After ten minutes, the house is already filled with a sweet flavor to the heart. I licked my mouth and said, "Quickly clip out of it, cooked." Grandpa smiled and said: "no hurry, still need to bake for a while, can't eat hot sweet potatoes in a hurry oh." Said clip out a sweet potato to, really not cooked. Grandpa turned over the other sweet potatoes one by one. Hey, what can be done, can only wait patiently. Finally, after half an hour, the sweet potatoes were ready to come out of the oven! The children all gathered around Grandpa, like monkeys waiting for the sweet potatoes to be distributed. Grandpa snapped, "What's the hurry, everyone gets a share." He took the tongs, the sweet potatoes one by one clip out, the big copper-colored hands in the light of the fire, more and more rough, that is the traces of the passing of the years.
Starting to share the sweet potatoes, every child wants to get the biggest sweet potatoes. The first thing I did was to get a good deal of money from the government, and then I was able to get the money from the government. Oh, who let me be a guest, cousins have no opinion. Let's eat! We were like hungry pigs. The sweet potato smells so good, peeling off the gray skin of the potato, revealing the golden flesh of the potato, still emitting heat, it is so tempting to look at! When we were devouring it, we suddenly remembered that Grandpa hadn't eaten it, so we said, "Grandpa, why don't you eat one too?" Grandpa touched my head and said. Grandpa touched my head and said: "you eat more on the good, I look at you eat heart only happy it." Hey, no way, then eat it yourself. After a while, we put a few big sweet potatoes a sweep. Some people became a big flower face, some people sweating. Outside the house is the sky snow and cold wind, but inside the sweet sweet potatoes and warm stove, and my kind grandfather.
In my memory, the spring with my grandfather was the most beautiful.
Grandpa was a good kite maker. He had a few pieces of bamboo and colored paper and could make a kite with just two pieces of paper. A few pieces of bamboo and colored paper can be transformed into a lively eagle, centipede or butterfly with just two cigarettes. Every bright spring day, there is always an old man with us in the warm sunshine, in the green grass, in the vast spring breeze running, flying our kites, flying our happy heart.
Warm, happy times are always so short ...... my kind grandfather, has now left us. How I miss those memory fragments of eating sweet potatoes and flying kites. Snowflakes are still flying, and memories are still spreading.