I want to see your smile

I want to see your smile

Time flies, taking away the lost, taking your smile, thinking about seeing your smile again, even once.

I still remember you seven years ago, I laughed, even though I smiled and covered my face with wrinkles, like the annual rings on the old branches, a circle, a circle, so loving, so beautiful, your mouth is exposed, it is exposed The only three incisors left, the yellowed, are the color of the earth. I like to watch you laugh, look at the ripples on your dry face, and see your deep shackles.

You are always waiting at the riverside of the school gate. Whenever the crisp school bell rings, it is your happiest moment. You slowly lay the cushion for me, and then wait for me like a happy bird. Fly out of the school gate. At that time, I liked to sneak out from the back door, crept up behind you, and then jumped up and made a sharp call. You never blame me, just a shallow smile, hold the young me on a tricycle, and then slowly squat at the sunset. And I am always restless on my own small bench, open my arms, hold your wide, thick waist tightly, lean your head against your coat and rub it back and forth. At this time, you will always look back. Come and smile at me and make a chuckle.

New Year is my favorite day. On New Year's Eve, I danced with fireworks in the courtyard and made a dazzling arc in the dark night sky. I laughed happily and laughed. You sat on the steps in front of the door and smiled. I watched me flying like a butterfly, and my eyes filled with joy.

But until two years ago, your body went from bad to worse, even though you often laughed at you, but it was no longer open as before. I know that the old man is slowly taking away your smile, but I still try my best to let you Squeeze a smile.

Last May, you finally failed to stay a little longer. I can never forget your pale face on the sickbed. You are lying in bed, your body is so thin, and the light in your eyes is getting weaker. I look at you quietly, I want to see you laughing at me again, but whenever I hit my gaze, you will always turn your head to the side. I know that you are afraid that you will cry, and I will cry.

In this way, you are gone, I hold your portrait, but there is no trace of a smile on the photo.

I want to see your smile again, like when I was riding a tricycle to take me home, like the New Year watching me waving fireworks, you finally laughed in your mind, but I cried.

Dear grandfather, can you appear tonight in my dreams, because I want to see your smile.

The second middle school of Dinghai District, Zhoushan City, Zhoushan, Zhejiang, China