Ten years ago, I was only six years old and just remembered. At that time, I only knew that I was grandpa's favorite child. Ten years later, remembering my grandfather who was still in the ward, I sat at the computer desk and wrote this article "How much love can I start over".
I still remember that at that time, my grandfather's job was to catch a carriage, and he used it to pull goods from morning till night every day. As for what it was, I have long forgotten it because of the passage of time. But I know that a thick green coat always contains my favorite food, and a thick green coat is wrapped with my childhood hopes.
Grandpa always picks me up from my house when he pulls a rickshaw. At that time, I was sitting behind my grandfather, not afraid that the horse would hurt me, so I enjoyed the joy brought by the sunset and imagined what delicious food would be in my green coat.
I remember very clearly that I like winter best, because there will be vendors selling baked sweet potatoes in the streets in winter. Every time I pass by, my grandfather will turn around and smile at me, indicating whether I want it or not, and I will shout: Grandpa, I want it! He would stop the carriage and buy me two hot baked sweet potatoes. Then wrapped in a green coat, I smiled and snuggled up behind my grandfather. That kind of happiness was something I never realized afterwards.
I love all kinds of snacks in the green coat, but I never said thank you to my grandpa.
Mom said: Grandpa has given you all the things he can't bear to eat. You should treat him well in the future. Every now and then, I run to my grandfather's side and say with a smile: Grandpa, you are old, I will support you! Grandpa smiled, smiling eyes full of shiny things, I know, it is clearly tears!
Later, my mother and my aunt gradually earned income, so my grandfather stopped driving the carriage and stayed at home to enjoy his old age. However, since I entered junior high school, facing the heavier academic burden, I went to my grandfather's house less and less. At most, I went to deliver some food, but also came and went in a hurry. I said hello and rode away. Grandpa knows I'm busy, and every time I go, he will prepare all kinds of delicious food for me, and he will be reluctant to eat what my aunt bought for me.
The last time my grandfather was hospitalized due to illness, I was busy with the final exam of the eighth grade. I didn't go to the hospital for more than a month in the hospital. After I was discharged from the hospital, I never went there twice. It seemed that my grandfather was in good health, thinking that my grandfather was fine and there were still opportunities in the future.
Last month, Grandpa relapsed from his old illness and was admitted to the hospital again. Mom, Dad and Aunt took turns to take care of Grandpa. Last week, I went home on holiday and asked my mother how grandpa's condition was. Mom shook her head, maybe she needed an operation, and it was even more unknown when she would be discharged. I said to my mother, I will pick you up with my father tomorrow night and see my grandfather by the way! Mom nodded.
In the afternoon with the rain, I went to the hospital, and my mood was really complicated. I don't know whether the intermittent rain or the gloomy environment in the ward affected my mood, and a little sadness came to my mind.
When I entered the ward, my grandfather sat on the bed and looked out of the window. I called him: Grandpa, I'm coming. Although with a smile, but to be honest, my heart is very sad, and my white and fat grandfather has become a sallow and emaciated little old man at this time. Seeing that I was coming, I was about to get out of bed. I quickly walked over and he held my hand and looked at me with a smile. I am trying, trying to calm my mood, and my eyes are full of tears several times, but I don't want him to see me like this.
After staying for a while, Grandpa insisted on getting out of bed. There was a row of small cabinets near the door. Grandpa opened his small cabinets and took out bananas, oranges and melons. I hurried forward to meet him. "Come on, grandpa, don't look for it. I won't eat it. Keep it for you." Grandpa didn't listen, but he still stuffed it into my hand. "Eat, eat, sit here!" "Ok, I'll eat." Looking at that pile of food, I can't say how I feel. I peeled off a banana and looked at the bad banana. I knew it was a heavy love!
"I knew you'd come. Look, I'm keeping it all for you, or I'll think about asking your mother to take it back for you tonight." The master looked at me and said. "I'll take it back if I can't eat it. Don't worry, I ate it all." "That's great!" Grandpa smiled happily.
"Hey, the temperature in this room is too high!" With that, I walked out of the ward and tears brushed across my face. No one knows, I really can't help it. Looking at the window, I bit my lip, and I don't want to let tears roll down again. I don't want my family to see me, especially my grandfather.
I stayed with my grandpa for a while and then I went home with my parents. I left with a melon that was almost broken, a basket full of love and grandpa's warm words.
Some things are lost forever; Some people turn around for a lifetime. In the face of more and more arduous tasks in the future, I don't want to leave regrets for myself. I have to think about who will come first tomorrow and the afterlife.
I don't want to ignore any love, even if it is just a melon that is almost rotten, because I know that it is full of grandpa's heavy love. I don't want to ignore any love, even if it's only a short time. My master holds my hand tightly, and I don't want to miss it, because after all, how much love can I start over?