From small, I like to have a grandparentry or a schist door in my classmates. I don't do anything else. It is, I can make me call my grandfather or grandmother. Called it, as if my grandparents will appear in front of you. And that kind of envy and lost mood, especially in the New Year. Because of the 30th year of memory, I never had a shadow of my grandparents. So, I feel that we are not happy enough. From the small, why can the old man in the neighborhood, why can Dad bring a thousand miles from the city to the small city of the delicious gorgeous cake dessert and a fresh sweet and rich fruit, and why we always wait for Mom and Dad to make things into those elders In the future, I have a small share? You know, we also like those rare foods. In that era, don't say that the food brought back from the city, even the rough snacks and snacks in my hometown are also seductive, but we can only sigh in addition to the grievances. In memory, all the New Year's Eve, our dumplings must be more than anyone, Mom, will give us a large bowl for each of our people. And naturally we get the "" we have learned from a child. We are really awkward, huh, huh. Just, the days have long, it seems that there is no such thing as so many people praise. And what is we use? Can't eat as eating, can't use it, even more can't be used as a real grandparents. We seem to feel that it is important than anything more important than anything. From small, we have too much do not understand. Based on this, I feel that my father and mother loves us not to love the old people around. So, I still feel that we are not happy enough. Such an inexplicable, such a kind of grievance, we have no more than enough, there is not much, it is really difficult to understand. When there is a day, I really feel that my father is too unfair, I fell to my meal, and my father just brought back from the city's business trip to send me a few grandparents' brittle biscuits. I said loudly, that is not my grandfather, grame, why do you leave a good thing all day? "", My mother came up, my face was hot and hurt. The tears are also sluzed. I hope to my mother, the woman who is usually gentlely even with a flies, at this moment, she is a green face, and her hands are still hanging in the air, shaking. "You don't know what it is!" Mother covered his tears and smashed his sentence and crying. At that moment, I sent a crazy light and ran to the back of the mountain to hide. That is the first time I am beaten, and I have been playing so kind. I was reading the fourth grade of primary school that year. When I was in the dark, I found that I was quietly scared. In addition to some faintly about the fireflies, I didn't see half a star. I didn't see half of the wind. Some weird sounds were inexplicably worn directly, the mosquito on the head was hilarious. . More skilled is that I think of it is a place where it is buried dead, and my grandfather is buried on this hill. Every year, the Ching Ming Festival, we must come here to worship our grandfather, and then gave the grandfather to the grandfather, and screamed a few grandfather, deeply squatted in a few grandfather. But at this moment, I couldn't find a little warmth. The tomb of Mount Manchang was so hospitable in my eyes, and I cried in the territory of Hams. I regret why I don't listen to my mother? Mom and Dad are not always called us to love those grandparents? Not always because there is no grandparents like to make every grandparents? Why is this so small? When I cried my scorpion, I finally heard the time to call my father's anxious courage.
At that moment, I really want to go to my mom and dad, but I don't know why, I found that the legs have not listened to the call, I think of running, but I find that I don't move. When Mom and Dad played a weak flash, they cried without sound. I said my mother, I am so afraid, here is terrible, my feet, my feet don't know why I didn't feel it ... Dad didn't say it, I will go. When I returned home, my mother helped me knead his legs in a dim light shadow, told me about why my father loves the elderly. That's a long time, when the devil invaded our hometown, the grandmother who had just given a short day of my father is hard to take away, and Grandpa will go to the grandmother for a few days to find the grandmother. Listen to your grandmother ... And Grandpa is looking for more than ten or twenty years! That is, since then, starting from Dad's tooth Denture, Dad has become an orphan of the orphan, and Dad grows up with his uncle. Although no one can see them, even though no one is willing to pay for them, but Dad never knows hate, Dad's childhood is so embarrassed that "skin thick" is called his aunt and those who are not my own mother. Mother. Almost until the almost homes, they met the grandfather, and grandfather's sickness. It was the first Spring Festival that dad and grandfather gathered together. In the afternoon of the New Year, the newly married mother is in front of the house, and the words of the ancestors and snacks. The grandfather in the bed is weak to Dad, and the New Year is thirty. I really want to eat this year. One meal dumplings, eat one meal you Alchi bag dumplings ... You Alchi bag dumplings are no longer more than, no one can have her craft, I am afraid that I have no blessing in this life ... Dad said you. Don't worry, my son's craft is not bad. I will have a meal today with the same dumpling. Dumplings will be eaten. Dad said it quickly, and listened to the cough of a shallow grandfather in the house. I think that my grandfather's empty cave is full of look forward to the eyes, while sipping tears, sacking the melting in the side, thinking about packing the dumplings soon, hurrying with him to eat. But the time I won't be in a column, my grandfather closed my eyes forever, I didn't come and eat dads, I just put it in the pot, I didn't come and eat ... that year, Grandpa is 47 years old, only 47 years old what! Mom is taking the dumplings in the poetry and the dumplings in the pot. That year, that year, the year is dead, it is a year of confusing. Dad is a bitter child. Every year, the father will definitely pack a lot more, and more than one dumplings are given to each year of each year; after each day, Dad will definitely The so-called a mother who has been smashed with those things when he is less than something. Mom said that Dad is too rare, and Dad is more envious than us more than we have a family with a family. But Dad has never sighed, he only puts these unfortunately these feelings are on those old people, never thinking about how they have given him. Dad only hopes that every old man can enjoy the things they want, no matter what the old people can do, but as long as Dad has a little ability, as long as Dad can, you must do it, he I don't want those old people like grandfather so bleak, so Bless. At that moment, I was young and I heard it.
