a letter sent to my grandfather

Dear grandfather:

Hello there:

It’s been a month since I called and saw you in my last dream.

People often say: think day, night dreams. The arrival of the Ching Ming Festival, before I fell asleep, I looked at the desolate sky with a melancholy night, always thinking of your kind face, with a warm hand.

You died in 2008. Before that, I was still a child who didn't understand anything. I am naughty in the kindergarten, and I will always be honest in front of you. "Children", vaguely remember that you always call me that. "No, I grew up, not a child." I always respond to you like this, and then laugh with you. But this scene has become a beautiful memory for us forever. Thinking of this, my mouth will raise a smile, but there is endless sadness in my heart.

I have grown up, no longer a child who is not sensible. In the days after your death, I have learned to be strong, but I found that I could not walk out in February, but the cool spring gave me The pain and cold of ice and snow, the feeling of being born, is really terrible. When I received a call from my grandmother that day, I almost fell out on the floor. It took me 5 minutes to run to your home in tears, just like a century.

When I arrived at your home, I was just white, infinite white, and fearful white. Yes, white corpse, white wreath, and... white you.

Having said that, just expressing my thoughts on you, please come and see our newly renovated house and me, even if it is just in a dream.

Wish: Always happy!

Grandson: Lu Haoguang

April 3, 2019