Growing up, you don’t need to cherish

In his childhood, Grandpa always planted small pieces of strawberries in front of the houses built in the loess. In its mature yard, it is filled with the dreamy and sweet taste of strawberries. Its taste, while stimulating the bees to drill out of the loess wall, also afflicts my sensitive taste buds. When it is a little red, I can't wait to pick it up. But it is very rare, only one can be tasted a day, so I look forward to it, waiting for time to flow away, one minute and one second. But suddenly, Grandpa smiled and put a red, enchanting and weird strawberry in front of me. Then, I believe in miracles.

Grandpa likes to plant a variety of Chinese herbal medicines that look good. For them, I am naturally curious. I am so worried about my grandfather. "Grandpa, what is this plant? What disease can it cure? Where is it growing? Grandpa?" Grandpa is short? Grandpa...?"

"This one is... that one is..." Until I asked the nth time, Grandpa finally couldn't stand it, so every time he replied: "Well, um." I wouldn't tell me. Originally thought that there is still a lot of time, so don't worry about it, ask again next time.

However, the weather turned cold, and the cold winds rushed into the thin body that people were unprepared for. Autumn is coming, some herbs are not so cold, and only the core is left, bare.

At this time, the dying sun retreats, a string of white squadrons turn to the street, in a heavy mourning, grandfather since then, is always just a fluttering black and white photo. Eye-catching white, want to break the soul. Looking forward to such a rain, to cry for me. The passers-by trailed and opened my long lost hat, why not cry. His voice is outside my white hat, like a stunned world.

Why are you crying?

This day is already destined to come, because I am sick and die. I don't know why, like a blank. I leaned up to the sky, stunned, wolvering like a wolf, as for tears, slipped into the ground. In the gap between crying and crying, I heard that passers-by began to sigh with regrets and lamented. I want to know why I want to cry?

What is death? Young, I think, is the reason why you can release yourself in the adult world. They usually don't cry very much. In the constant elimination of ideas, one day, adults said that you have grown up.

Oh, are you? When I grew up, I naturally knew a lot of things. The distant strawberry, just the grandfather exchanged money, I understand that money is more useful. However, it faces the past and is weak. It can refer to the ashes of the grandfather, but not the living grandfather. He has already died in the process of growing up.

Accompanied by those traditional Chinese medicines that are still unknown, the sweet smell of a small piece of strawberry, representing all the annihilation of Grandpa in the trajectory of the years. Because the wind blows gently, the deep trace will also be dusty. Now, they only left my mind.

I regret. Why didn't you cherish it at the beginning. I did grow up and I know a lot. However, I shouldn't only know this thing. The rest are probably a lot. I heard that they are getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of rumbling and smashing, with a blank, they are called forgetting.

Growing up means that you see the people around you die, and the mourning team walking under the yellow. Means forgetting, meaning regret, means there is no miracle on the way you have to go.

Ignore one point, that is, this road has been passed by many people. Although the ending is very different, they leave the traces for a short time. I know from it that the treasure is precious.

Third day: Li Shuo