Like many people of that era, parents' orders, matchmakers' words, grandparents, two strangers who didn't know each other, came together, got married, had children and lived their lives.
Sometimes I wonder if there could be love between grandparents. They had never even met before they got married. After the marriage, the grandma took care of the housework, pulled the children, all day long, a traditional, typical wife and mother. The first time I saw her was when I was a young girl, and she was a little girl, so I thought it was a good idea for me to go to the hospital and see if I could find a way to get to the hospital.
Grandma and Grandpa have been together for decades, and since I can remember, I've never seen them quarrel, red-faced, and the days have been uneventful, like a glass of plain water. Could there be love between them? It's more of a habit! Two people together for a long time, but also accustomed to, but also who can not leave who, perhaps this is the so-called love each other for life, old age.
At least I have always thought so.
Modern people's mind, love, more is the bombardment, sea vow, more is the mood, is romantic. The love of the sensational make people burn with passion, "the mountains are not pronged, heaven and earth together, only dare to the king's death," the vow to make people moved.
Until one time, I changed my opinion.
That time, grandma was sick, very sick. Grandma for the family day and night, without complaint, some headaches and fever, bear a little on the past, never said to people, for fear of giving children, to the old man to trouble. But that time, is really sick.
Grandfather silently, did not say anything, just learned to wash, cooking, learned to carry a basket to the market to buy food, learned to bargain, counting up the wood, rice, oil and salt, three meals a day. Grandpa was not an expressive person, something was always in his heart, he only action, to express his care for grandma and apologize. He had never done housework in most of his life, but even though he was clumsy, he was able to wash the clothes and cook the food.
The children and grandchildren took time off work to take care of their grandparents, but they insisted on not letting them do so for fear of delaying our work and study. Grandpa said: "I can take care of the old Wang on my own, you guys are busy, I'm still strong". We didn't push back, it was a piece of Grandpa's heart. He wanted to do his best to take care of the family and make up for what he owed Grandma for most of his life.
Grandma's condition got worse, and Grandpa's housework became more skillful. In the ward, there is often an old man with a head full of silver threads, only to see him sitting next to the hospital bed, from time to time to feed his old partner, accompany her to chat. They are so serene, peaceful and cozy. Although there were not many words, their movements and eyes were full of concern and attachment to each other. The grandmother in the hospital bed had a happy face ......
I once inadvertently saw a notebook, my grandfather's, when I was cleaning up the house. There is a diary entry that reads, "I am sometimes afraid, afraid that the old king will go, she is gone, perhaps the period of my great departure is not far away." Suddenly, I burst into tears. I all understand, I read in a flash what is called life and death and ****, what is called life and death, what is the most beautiful love in the world.
Perhaps it was the doctor's skill, perhaps it was the grandmother's strength, perhaps it was everyone's care, perhaps it was the call of the grandfather's heart, the grandmother miraculously recovered. Grandpa smiled, a very happy smile. My mind was shaken, and I suddenly remembered a poem in the Book of Psalms: "In life and death, with my son. Hold on to your son and grow old with him."
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Hours ago, I often like to lie on the porch table, looking at the blue sky flying one or two small birds, squinting and thinking: "I can fly?" And when I heard my grandmother's cry of "Son, come down!" I and my grandfather essay. Then I jumped off the wooden chair, picked up the big wooden chair, which was heavier than I was, and swung it back to the house. Being short, I always had to lean on that big wooden chair to get down on the counter. It was a wooden chair made by my grandfather, with vermillion-colored lacquer, but after kneeling on it for a long time, a lot of the lacquer was rubbed off by me. But it's been five years since he left! Now that I've moved and grown up, there's no more platform in the hallway for me to lie on, and there's no more red-painted wooden chair. Sometimes, I would sit on the vintage wooden table and look at the sky from the window, thinking about Grandpa, but the sky was always blocked by the window guards, and I would squint my eyes and think as I did back then: "Can I fly?" My thoughts kept wandering and I really wanted to go back to the old days! Grandpa grew up in the countryside, but had three sons and two daughters, most of whom lived in the city. It can be said that Dad was Grandpa's pride, and I, too, was Grandpa's pride! I am the most favored one among the grandchildren. Grandpa often said to others: "My second son's daughter, called Ye Maoqing, is a promising child! She has ideals and loves us, and every time her parents send us a letter, she always writes two sheets of paper." When I was a child, I always heard my mother say how my grandparents were when they received my letter. I didn't understand it very well at that time, but I could tell that they were very happy, so I was also very happy. Sometimes, my eyes would get wet just thinking about it, and then I would rush not to think about it, because there was a little hazy memory that my grandfather had told me that I should be strong and not shed tears easily. The most profound memory with grandpa is the New Year's Eve in my hometown, I have chicken pox, that is a very torturous and very strange infectious disease, with that disease, the body will grow a lot of pox, and very itchy, a scratch on the broken, outflow of liquid such as water, if not treated in a timely manner, will leave scars, and, it will be contagious to the children, not contagious to the adults. So I can't play with my sister, very boring, all of this was seen by grandpa, grandpa rushed to put down the hands of the work, to tell me one after another ears are listening to the cocoon of the story, give me a good decoction of Chinese medicine. Because of the bitterness, and coaxed me to drink it in various ways, fourth grade elementary school essay "I and my grandfather essay". However, I am not competitive, drink and vomit, that unbearable feeling can be said to be engraved in my heart. So, I remember it especially well, and I know everyone was anxious. The next day, my grandfather made a decision that no one expected, and took me to a doctor's appointment about a kilometer away. Although it was winter, the sun was so big that I couldn't open my eyes, and I was happy when Grandpa rode his bike so fast that the wind chased me mischievously! I vaguely remember my grandfather coaxing songs and coaxing me ...... all the way down the muddy road. When I got home, it was time to eat, and Grandpa first made me take medicine, how much I took I can't remember, but it seemed like the medicine was white, very small, and wrapped in paper. Then I just gradually got better. In this way, year after year, I can't remember how many letters I wrote to my grandpa, how many times I called him, how many times I went to the bus station ......, one day, my grandpa finally came to Changsha city to "enjoy his happiness"! However, things were not as simple as I thought! Grandpa lived in my house, and I remember that he was always lying in bed, and then went to the hospital. My mother used to go to the hospital and took me there a few times, but I have very few memories of the two beds, what looked like a TV set, white sheets, bedding and curtains. But Grandpa finally went to heaven, that mysterious and happy world ....... I did not see the last side of my grandfather, and I can't remember the scene, but there is a slight impression that after my grandfather left, my mom, dad, uncle and I went to my hometown to attend the funeral of my grandfather, whose last wish was to be buried in the land where he had lived for decades ....... When I knelt in front of my grandfather's statue, I didn't cry, thinking in my heart, "Grandpa, I will be strong." However, after getting into the car, tears still flowed out, and kept flowing, "Grandpa can't see it!" Grandma said that Grandpa was taken away by an ambulance. Grandma has been saying that for five years. I didn't understand at that time, but now I do, so when I hear the sound of the ambulance, my heart aches. Grandpa's face is a little fuzzy in my mind, but what is not fuzzy is his unchanging smile. Grandpa must be an angel in heaven, then I want to be an angel too ....... My grandpa and me. My grandpa and I