It was another Qingming Festival, and everyone went to sweep the graves, leaving them to sit at home alone. For some reason, I suddenly felt sad in my heart. Relatives sleep, a thin wine, a sacrifice, say their own thoughts, or cry bitterly, for the living, what a kind of comfort ah! And these, for some people, it is very extravagant, want to sweep the grave all the way to the mountains, only to see the end of the world, empty miss!
Some people say that everything will fade slowly. I don't think so, like missing a loved one. You may not even shed a tear when you are young, and you will not think of it on weekdays, but every year will invite him to be like a dream. And painful heart, after a long time, take root and sprout. My grandfather has been gone for more than 20 years. I have only seen his graveyard in the photos. When he was alive, a very loving old man died a cold tombstone. Some of the pain was unwanted to face. Fortunately, my parents are still alive. People often say that they have a mother at 70 and a family at 80. This is happiness.
My childhood was spent at my grandfather's house, and my grandfather was so kind to me that he didn't even blame me in my memory, and it was not too much to dote on me. I am his pride, wherever he goes, he will say: look, this is my eldest granddaughter, very smart. I was playful when I was young, and sometimes I didn't do my homework. At four o'clock in the morning, I suddenly remembered that it was cold, lying in bed while writing while sleeping, and my grandfather would wake up my two aunts to accompany me.
Grandpa is the kind of person who is gentle and silent, and only when he talks about me will he be eloquent and eloquent. I often hear him tell his chess friends how my granddaughter is, that she can finish her homework with her eyes closed, and so on. Think about it. It must be dragon flying and Phoenix dancing while sleeping. Love! Sometimes it doesn't make sense.
Grandpa was a very complicated man. Before liberation, his family was well off. He smoked opium. After the founding of the people's Republic of China, he gave up drugs and changed to smoking pipes. When poor, half a bag of rice can be exchanged for big cigarettes, and the FTSE wardrobe is covered with golden horns. I often think about how a person's life is gone. The person I've ever met who doesn't care about money most is my grandfather. On weekdays, I raise birds and plant flowers, read books and newspapers, get up early every day and walk around in a bird cage, make a set of blue cloth, and make bird food every three or five times. It is troublesome to steam and grind eggs with millet. In the 1970s, it cost 50 yuan to buy a pair of white jade. Grandpa would not be distressed at all, nor would he care whether there was rice in the pot at home. The play was to be heard, the bath was to be rubbed, the milk was to be drunk, and the restaurant was to be eaten. I have almost no savings at home, and I basically run out of money. The sentence I have heard most is: ping! If you want something to eat, I'll take you out to a restaurant. He didn't leave a word of philosophy in his memory, and maybe his life was so casual and controversial.
When I was young, I often went to the movies with him, one old and one young, walking on the road, thick ice. Grandpa wore a long leather robe, a leather hat, a snow-white goatee, tall, straight, and gentlemanly, and people could still hear such comments about him a few years later. Hu Zi Wen silk is not messy, is to be combed with a comb, wash your face with a special condom, it is very distressing to lose one.
Grandpa is very fond of Beijing Opera, and when he is happy and depressed, he will have a whole paragraph. You can always hear the sound of civilized sticks knocking on the floor, while knocking while singing: black old bag sitting in Kaifeng House, scolding Chen Shimei, wearing a piece of human skin in vain. When I hear the good lyrics in Beijing Opera, I will also incline my ears.
Before my grandfather died, he lived in a nursing home and was alone. Whenever I thought of this, my heart was wrenched and tears would cover my face silently. At that time, nursing homes for the elderly were rare, and they were supposed to be nursing homes for the army. The conditions were very good, and all the expenses were paid by the uncle. He was the most powerful in the family, but Grandpa said many times that he did not want to stay there, but where could he go?
Grandpa used to have a formal job, working in the post office, he himself is a free and loose person, the life from nine to five can not stand, the imprint of the old society left too much on him, resigned, living a free man's life. Every one of his children has lived in his home, and every family will leave his bird cage. When spring comes, the birds start to sing, which is very nice. He has his life, which is different from others. Money is a number for him. Spiritual life always comes first. When he has no money, he can sell his property. He is a controversial figure in his own family.
Grandpa lived in my house. at that time, my father's monthly salary of 270 yuan was also high in the early 1980s. on the same day, Grandpa said he wanted to go out for a few days, and his father gave him all of it. A week later, Grandpa came back with only 20 cents left. We three sisters all lived on campus, waiting for the family's living expenses, and he took in a homeless child to provide him with food and drink. Mother is industrious and thrifty, so she naturally doesn't like his style.
Grandpa is fond of raising sheep, which cannot be raised in the city. People invited in the countryside are taken care of by others. Neither for milk nor for wool, but for the sake of love, the yellow skin of the sheep was fed one after another, one after another. When his mother is not at home, he will feed a bag of white noodles with salt and water to the sheep. No matter how good the mother is, I don't want to live such a day in that era of material scarcity. Let me conclude that they are not the same person.
To this day, my father would say affectionately, "your father is a man who loves to spend money. When the hospital can't move, I put 500 yuan in his pocket, and he has peace of mind!" I left five yuan for the return trip and didn't eat for a day or a night. Now your master can no longer spend my money. I only blame our poor family at that time and can't give him the life he wants.
Often listen to the uncle complain: our father, the sky is difficult to find, the earth is difficult to find, difficult to serve it. When the fish has its eyes down, it is said that it is made of dead fish. Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs wants to ask the chef to do it alone.
Once, every family received a telegram from my uncle saying that my grandfather was missing. Everyone searched several cities but couldn't find it, almost desperate. A week later, my uncle received a call from his grandfather saying that he had just returned from Mount Tai and was staying in a hotel. Grandpa is arrogant and likes to put on airs in front of his children. The implication is that I won't go back until you pick me up by car. After the uncle went, the waiter said, this old man has a pie! We must have a room in the morning sun. Let's help him hang the bird cage against the sun, put the money in the drawer, buy food by ourselves, and don't even look at the rest. But I know that this is Grandpa.
On another occasion, when Grandpa took some medicine for a cold and had to go back to the northeast from Jinan, the uncle handed him over to the conductor of the sleeping car and told him to call him when he arrived at the station. Unexpectedly, Grandpa woke up and was already at the end of Harbin. Grandpa found the conductor, and the conductor sent someone to take him back. After getting out of the car, he pointed his crutch at his aunts and aunts who stood upright on the platform and said, Why didn't you pick me up? the aunts said that we shouted and picked me up one by one, and we couldn't find anyone, so we were all worried to death. Grandpa said, "Why don't you surround the train and let it go?" My uncle murmured to me, Dad! Then we need a strengthened company. Although this is a joke, but a few years later, my family mentioned it again, I heard tears.
People are three-dimensional and have many sides. What I can see is his kindness and deep loneliness. He used to look out of the window motionless, and downstairs there were only recruits walking back and forth mechanically, standing all morning. Once, a cat ate eight birds in one night, and there was none left. Grandpa didn't eat for days. He squatted on the ground and burst into tears. At that time, there was really no spare money at home to buy these, and our three sisters had to study. A bird is very expensive. It is the father's salary for a month. Come to think of it, I have the money to buy it now, but my grandfather has gone to heaven.
Everyone's evaluation of his grandfather is different. People often talk about the final conclusion of the coffin. What he remembers most in the uncle's heart is the day of smoking duck slices, with dark clouds hanging over him. He often said: you don't know your grandfather, my mother is bitter!
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