When he was born, his grandfather of course is old. The grandfather in his life is just a common elderly who likes to play mahjong, practice Tai Chi, pouring flowers and fishing, and loves the end of the year. And he didn't think about it, and he would meet with the grandfather's teenage time in 18 years old. That night, it was a relative to notify it, and the grandfather's cousin died. Before everyone has not reacted, Grandfather has already stood up: "Dinning? How? How can it be!" I felt that my own disorder, hit the house. Family smirk. So I knew that night, my grandfather and the childhood childhood, and the young sinus was young, and they were shocked by the six-month stone. In the end, they were still retrieved. The cousin is married, and the grandfather still has to accept the marriage of the finger. And these are already more than sixty years ago. The coming people are invited to participate in the funeral. The next morning, my father wanted to discuss with my grandfather, my grandfather had already passed the Taiji. The grandfather's door opened, the table is thin and a piece of paper, the five words on top of the ink, "I will forget". Since my grandfather has forgotten, why should I think of him? My father came back, and I didn't mention this at home. When my grandfather passed away, he had collegeded a university, he was mainly written in Chinese. When he was a big two, he looked at Bai Juyi's complete works in the library. Suddenly, as if the thunder is a lot, he saw the poem written in the year, and the full picture of the poem is: "I will forget myself, I don't forget to think." He is stissible on the spot, and he didn't expect it. The original grandfather has always remembers that the sixty years of smoke, but a smile of the first love woman, let him deeply remember every inch of the rest. What is love is what the 80-year-old man is still motivated in an instant, forgetting the long-distance walk, only thinking that the red color is old, it should be the dignity of the father and parents, let the grandfather can't understand their own heart. Is it? When the grandfather wrote the poem, he hoped that his children and grandchilders can understand. Today, he finally understood, but it has passed. He can only have to read over again in his heart: "I have been forgetful, I don't forget." It seems to be a grandfather who read it to heaven.
