Sweet potatoes full of love
Happiness is the admiring gaze; happiness is letting people live a happy life; happiness is the forgotten family affection...
p>"Ding-ring-ring" a harsh phone call broke the early morning dream. I rubbed my hazy sleepy eyes, and my grandfather's familiar words came to my ears: "Granddaughter, the sweet potatoes grown at home this year are ripe, and you like to eat them the most..." Grandpa talked endlessly, which made me feel the joy in my heart. . "No, I haven't finished my homework yet." I said loudly. As the phone was hung up heavily, Grandpa's heart seemed to feel cold.
A few days later, the ringing sounded in my ears again. Before I could speak, my grandfather complained to me: "Hey, granddaughter, I wanted to dig out those big sweet potatoes for you to eat, but I didn't expect them to be stolen." Grandpa's words were full of regret and helplessness. But I became impatient on the side: "Grandpa, don't call me anymore, I'm busy doing my homework!" Grandpa's complaint stopped suddenly. After a long time, he squeezed out two words: "Okay!"
A long time passed. One day when I came home from school, I received sweet potatoes and a letter from my grandfather. The sweet potatoes were packed in sacks. After opening the sacks, a breath of fresh air with an earthy smell came to my face. It seemed that this smell had not been smelled for a long time, but the sweet potatoes were wiped clean. I couldn't wait to open the envelope, and grandpa wrote in the letter: "Granddaughter, you haven't been home for a long time. The sweet potatoes have become damp and sprouted. I picked the best ones for you, because grandpa knows that you like to eat sweet potatoes the most. My dear granddaughter, I know you are busy studying, but you have time to go home and see me. Grandpa really misses you..." At this point in the letter, my throat was choked. I seemed to see my grandfather stroking the sweet potatoes with his weather-beaten hands, his dark face filled with happiness and satisfaction, and he carefully wiped every spot and every layer of dirt. At this time, tears soaked my eyes. In the hazy atmosphere, the fragrance of sweet potatoes and the taste of love flowed into my heart. The long-lost family affection was slowly awakening.
Indeed, I am always looking for something in life, exploring something, but I have forgotten the most sincere emotion, which is my grandfather's love for me.
"Dad, let's go home to see grandpa on the weekend!" Dad smiled and nodded, and they seemed to understand what I was thinking.
I once wanted to forget your face, the strands of affection and the sadness that the autumn wind cannot blow away. I never thought that in the end, the mountains will remain the same and the love will remain the same. The sweet potatoes soaked with my grandfather's love awakened my long-sleeping family affection. This family affection will never be forgotten by me again, because this is love.