? To this day, I still crave it. At that time, every time I passed through the West Street, I always pestered my grandparents to buy, and often two, one is not enough to eat, two will be very full.
? Grandma not much by me, said I eat every time, even dinner do not want to. Grandpa, however, is very accustomed to me, every time I buy to me, they do not eat, just look at me with a kind face, let me slow down, do not choke on a big mouth, Grandma always said he did not listen. So at that time, I especially like to pester Grandpa.
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This is the first time I've ever seen the world's most popular movie. In the summer, Grandpa was in the river netting, I was in the beach side to touch the fish. In the fall, when Grandpa was collecting firewood on the mountain, I was digging out bird's nests in the trees. In winter, when I was idle, Grandpa would take me to listen to the opera, play chess, visit the door, go to relatives, and watch the sky rows of geese flying south, and the snow fell down.
? One summer, the weather was very hot, sunset, I accompanied Grandpa, to the river bank far from home to collect shrimp nets. At sunset, Grandpa rode the car carrying me, my stomach, as if I had smelled the West Street just out of the sandwich aroma, gurgling and grumbling, too hard to bear, and Grandpa said, Grandpa Grandpa, go to the West Street to buy sandwiches ah.
? Grandpa smiled, and I said, Waner, a moment to home, do not go around. Today, Grandma to cook you carp soup Oh, you do not want to drink fish soup a long time ago. I don't want it, I want it. At that time, Grandpa's family was poor and had little meat. I look forward to the delicious fish soup, but the mind is all the hustle and bustle of the West Street floating in the distance.
? I am not stubborn to, Grandpa can not argue with me, the wheels of a swing, turn around and take me to the West Street, whisked away from the sunset in a field of afterglow. On that day, Grandpa was wearing a diving suit and had only one big pocket, which was filled with knives and wire tools, and happened to be empty of money. Grandpa and I talked about it. When I heard, I knew it was hopeless, and I cried regardless, the more I cried, the more ferocious. Grandpa saw me cry, the heart is soft, don't cry wa ne, grandpa think of ways.
? I watched Grandpa stumbled to the front of the store, I know he wanted to credit meaning. But he was too embarrassed to ask for credit, because he rarely asked for it, and there were too many people in front of the store.
? Later, Grandpa told me to wait for him here, don't go anywhere. The car is a big step across the car, stirrups fly up, I know he ah, that is rushed back to get money to go. Originally thin and emaciated figure, that day in the setting sun appeared more thin, the wind drummed up the white undershirt, sweaty back more lined with the drenching.
? To home, Grandma asked Grandpa is lost what things, the middle of such a hot rush back. Grandpa did not say anything, just look at me stupidly, laugh. That day's sunset is particularly large, hanging in the sunset sky, and looks particularly red, like with ink Jing dye over the same.
? Grandpa at that time, has nearly sixty years old, every day in front of the house, the construction site to do the hardest mud work, climbing high and low, sun and rain. Feet into the foreign nail, head smashed bricks, but also not delayed. For people but very good righteousness, soft heart, good talk, do not care, and acquaintances work together, electric planer according to no thumb and index finger, their own teeth, went to the hospital. Afterwards, the boss also only paid a medical fee on the matter.
? So I'm always very heartbroken grandpa. But God, no.
After the clouds parted, the water flowed for years and years.
? The first time I saw my grandfather in college, I saw him for the last time in my hometown, but he was already in a hospital bed.
? Grandpa has been unable to speak, hunched over in the hospital bed, thin only skin and bones, the whole body is light, like a piece of thin paper on the bed.
? Eye sockets deep, ears may still be listening, lips scorched dry, cracked a mouth. Been breathing heavily, not too evenly, day and night.
? From the time he found out the cancer was terminal, to the time the treatment suddenly stopped working, it was just too fast. It was unacceptably fast. I can not help it at once, stood in front of the hospital bed, cried loudly, shouting Grandpa, he did not answer. Just eyes wide open, nose non-stop inhaling, dried fingers seem to be slightly trembling a few times, but the eyes are red, out of a few drops of tears. I know, he was trying to say, his favorite grandson in his life, came back ah. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
That day, my scalp went numb, and for the first time I felt a kind of fear from the bottom of my heart and a deep sense of powerlessness. It was the spring and summer of 2017. This year, I have been twenty years old. When I was three years old, my mom left me with my grandparents, and I was completely brought up by them.
? Previously, I have written that Grandpa really influenced me too much, such as not smoking and not drinking, to be upright and have a backbone, and not to mediate in small things ............
? Nowadays, I also grew up. Walking on the road singularly, I have also seen thousands of people. Like your hair, like your eyes, but in the end are not your face. Last night the cool fall of the west street moon, today and yesterday the moon in the lack of bright.
? National Day, I went back to my grandmother's home, specially went to the West Street. However, today's West Street has long been depressed and defeated, the street only three or two pedestrians. But next door to the East Road junction, the new development of the commercial street, is a red-hot, everywhere is a red flag flying, everywhere is a traffic flow. I wanted to look for it, the sandwich that had made me salivate throughout my childhood, but I could no longer find it. I stood in front of the new street, looking at the golden atmosphere of the plaque, and the door of the city, smoke and fire, but the heart seems to be empty.
? Every time I think of Grandpa's life, I will be bitter heart. Grandpa became an orphan at the age of ten, around the edge, relying on the village hundred meals grew up, wind and rain, snow and frost, living alone in a thatched hut. There is no culture, do all the dirty work, suffered all the trials and tribulations of life.
? Later, luckily, met my grandmother, grandmother does not mind, and he became a family. There are also three children, but my mom, my uncle is often sick. Grandpa is an old man, but also outside to do work, running around all his life, even the day before he fell ill, but also in the field to help others.
? Nowadays, I am most concerned about, but also only the body of the grandmother. Grandma is already old, there are seventy years old, still in the field to plant crops, do farm work. Just like in the countryside, many older people, still live very heavy, the family is also busy.
? I've always seemed to be a less fortunate child, and do not dare to ask for God's favor, but I hope that my grandmother's health will always be good, no disease, until I can earn a lot of money.
? One night when I came back, I had a dream.
? In my dream, I came to a field with rice flowers, the sun is bright, there are swarms of flying insects in the sky, and the ground is full of ripe crops. Mudfinches were burrowing into the forest, a fox flashed in the bushes, and there were hawks swaying in the wind. Grandma's kitten still sleeps in front of the door, and fish jump out of the pond and meander into the stream in the back garden of Grandma's house. Grandpa planted a small tree, the branches can already hang a bird's nest, the garden, there are still some white, yellow, blue, those I can not name the flowers, I accompanied Grandpa to work, he was in the field, I played in the field, running. I ran faster and faster, like the eagle in the sky that spreads its wings, and like a cloud that floats in the waves of water, with the green sky at my feet. Suddenly a great wind blew, the leaves fell, and the eagle flew away, bringing with it the thunder of the sky.
? I knew that it was going to rain. Summer rains, very sharp and rough, always come at the drop of a hat, just like memories.
? I looked at my grandfather, who was working in the field, and he had stopped and was waving at me, as if he was anxiously saying something to me.
? The rain began to fall, one drop, two drops ......... but I was happy and ran madly toward Grandpa.
The rain got heavier and heavier, pouring over this field.
Grandpa's figure was also getting closer and closer .........
Suddenly a stumble and I fell. In this hard soil, cheek to the ground, the pain I just want to immediately hide in the arms of Grandpa, like a child aggrieved, let out a cry.
But when I looked up, I was never seen again.
In that direction, there is only a new grave and the murmuring wind. A dream of the autumn wind.
? When I woke up, I realized that the corners of my eyes had long been moist. I know that those lost, have never returned.
? I want to cry out loud.
? But there was none: "You can not cry so much, take Grandma, Mom and the girls to cry again. In this family, you are already an adult." I still remember what my sister said to me when she took my hand on the day of Grandpa's cremation and burial.
? "Must love something." It's like what I said to Grandpa when I snuck up on him the day my little niece was first born.
? I threw on a shirt and went out to look at the sky.
? When I looked up, it was an extremely beautiful starry night.
? There wasn't a single floating cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky, full of stars, illuminated the ground.
? The sky is full of stars that light up the people on the ground.
? Suddenly a weak star, emitting light, as if looking at me from afar, laughing.
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A very good story, tribute!