Pomegranate flower season

May. The season of pomegranate blossoms. But I can't keep the people who love me the most in the world.

"The grandfather is gone." The voice of Dad came from the phone 9 years ago. It is still clear. I heard the empty face in my heart. The grandfather got the pancreatic cancer. It’s a matter of morning and evening. I just don’t know why it’s coming. I remember that I was at Ajia, I didn’t talk for a whole day. Ah and my aunt saw the thoughts and asked me what happened. I was so sad that I didn’t want to show them in front of them. The heart of the heart tastes like a waterfall from the cliffs. The tears fall down the cheeks in my mouth, falling into my heart full of sadness.

Memories. Thoughts surged in my mind like a tide. I used to be with my grandfather.

Since childhood, I have been living with my grandfather from low-rise and dilapidated houses, to second-floor cabins, to reinforced concrete apartments. My grandfather is watching me grow up day by day, and I also watch my grandfather grow old day by day. From the full head of the blue to the white hair, from the baby falling to the ground, from the burly to the old, from the innocent and romantic children to the frivolous and paranoid teenager. The change of the grandfather witnessed my growth. My growth Urging the demise of the years. Now living in high-rise buildings often overlooking the earth to look at the stars, but never feel the happiness at that time.

The grandfather in memory always loves to wear a tunic, and then puts a pen on the chest pocket. He is a teacher and always makes himself very dignified. Sometimes he is a feudal thought. There is nothing big about being with him in memory, always some small things in life but always impressing me. When I was young, my family was poor. Every weekend, my grandfather liked to take my hand to a private bookstore not far from home. Read a book. At that time, the book was cheap but only for the present. At that time, the income of the family was not high. When I saw a book that I couldn’t put down, I always hesitated for a long time, and I struggled in my heart. As a result, he often saved money by not buying his own book. I bought a few comics. Now my bookcase is still hiding from the books he bought for me. Although it is already very old, no one in the family has ever said that it should be sold as waste. After reading the book, he always likes to take me to a snack bar around, eat a bowl of noodles or flat meat, now I think it tastes really bad. But at that time I think this is the best in the world. It’s a thing to eat, it’s a kind of enjoyment. It’s not expensive and tastes good, but the feeling is still kind after so many years.

When people are old, there are always bad times in the eyes and ears. I hate myself why I didn't know this truth earlier. I had the habit of sleeping at night and listening to the radio. It was very late. He told me to turn off the radio. Actually, when he finished, I was already closed. But because the house is on the street, it is estimated that the noise outside makes him feel that there is still a voice. I am lying to him that he has not turned off the radio. After calling me off several times, he I still felt that I didn't turn it off. So I slammed the bang, and he threw the radio at the corner. The voice brought the mother next door. After I said the truth of the matter, my tears of grievance could not help but stay. Down, turned around and ignored him for a long time. For a few days.... I knew that he was very guilty in his heart. He revealed from his old eyes that he was uneasy and remorse after a mistake like a child. But I didn’t want to care about him when I was not sensible. Even though he Always talk to me and buy things for me. It was not until many years later that I knew from my mother that when I was in ***, my grandfather didn’t know what was being caught. No one knew what was going on in the prison. It’s just that the ears are not good and the eyes are not good. Now it’s my turn to be guilty. I remember how I was so mixed! ! This is also the only time he misunderstood me, so I was impressed. After reading my life, I have been hurting my life, I have loved my whole life, what is a little misunderstanding?

He always spoiled me so much, toward me. I remember that when I was a child, I used a wallet very popular in school. At that time, I went home to buy money from my parents in order to go shopping. Who knows that Dad knows it is a thousand. Ten thousand disagree. The result of vanity made me do something I shouldn't do. Secretly taking money from home, I was discovered by my father when I wanted to succeed. Then I could think of a slap in the face. And know. Later, my grandfather came out to top me. Otherwise, what would really be played out? The scars left by the body have confirmed the tragicness of the time. He is a teacher who is very opposed to the sticks added to the children, always Say: To educate, to guide. He thinks that he has been doing this all the time. Until later, he still wrote that he must educate me in this generation. Unfortunately, I have not been able to complete my grandfather’s last wish. I have been studying hard and have a good grade. I have been very embarrassed in my heart. The next day he gave me money to satisfy me. It seems to be very small at the time but it is a big wish. I didn’t say anything. But that’s what it is. Did not say that I have room for my own thinking.

What he often said to me is: Everything must be serious. The world is most afraid of "serious" when doing things. Seriously, there is nothing to do.

There are many more stories about me and my grandfather. I wrote this article today to pay homage to my grandfather. I also found out his cancer 9 years ago. After three months, I didn’t have time to look at his last glance. I left me forever. I left the world he still loved.

Flower Xie Hua is year after year, and my public thoughts have no deadline.

Walking through the crowds of people, I saw the old man on the street and the grandson walking together and feeling happy. Now passing through the familiar intersections, the places I have traveled will faintly remind me of my childhood memories. I used to have happiness. I want to look back and see the familiar face.

Walking on the road, looking up at the blue sky, Doshi sees and sees the once loving smile.