Grandma stood beside her grandfather, her eyes confused and her heart lost. Her face was covered with the marks of time, tears interlaced in wrinkles, and her hands trembled on her chest, as if looking for a trace of support. Is this really the final destination of their marriage?One person leaves peacefully, and the other is lonely and nostalgic. A feeling of emptiness and helplessness, like a cold wind, blew away the last trace of warmth in her heart.
Grandma reminisced about their past, and the years of laughter and quarrels and complaints faded away, like yesterday's dreams. They met in the evening in a small mountain village in Guangdong, when she was a young and effeminate woman, and he was the quiet lake in the sun.
They have experienced ups and downs, joys and sorrows together, raised several children, and experienced the ups and downs of life together. Family, friendship, love and life trivialities are intertwined into a beautiful picture between them. And now, the scroll has finally ushered in its final chapter. She recalls the good times they spent together: Grandpa's warm smile, that gentle voice, and the moments when they cared for and cared for each other together. Now, only grandma is left between them, and the world seems to be missing something, a warm force.
Grandma gently touched her grandfather's forehead with a trembling hand, her farewell, the end of their long life. Tears rolled down from the corners of her grandmother's eyes like pearls, and she couldn't control her emotions, as if every tear was nostalgia and endless longing for the past.
Suddenly, she remembered the evening they had met. They were so young and so hopeful, as if the whole world had become better because of their encounter. Now, she sat alone in the dark, feeling dazed and lost, as if there was no more light in the world.
Grandma silently helped up her grandfather on the sickbed, her eyes full of reluctance. She tried to hide the pain inside her and told herself to be strong. However, loneliness and loneliness attacked her mind like a demon, and she could not resist it.
Grandpa's departure ruthlessly destroyed everything in Grandma's heart. She looked at her grandfather's slowly fading back, her thoughts buried in the memories of the past, when they were so young and happy, and the time they spent together seemed like yesterday, forever in her heart. Looking around, she lowered her head, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her body exuded an indescribable strength and determination. Grandma understood that even though Grandpa was gone, his spirit and love would always live on in the family. She decided to pass on this selfless love, so that everyone could feel this strong and deep emotion.
Quietly pushing the door open, Grandma returned to the kitchen. The steaming pot of porridge continues to cook, seemingly ordinary but contains the cherishing and persistence of life. She decided to concentrate on cooking each meal, passing on her grandfather's love to everyone around her with a bite of warm porridge and bowls of hot food.
Although Grandpa has passed away, his existence will always remain in Grandma's heart. Grandma will work hard to take care of and protect this family with her strong and warm hands, and create a warm and harmonious environment for the family.
On the chaise longue at the door, Grandpa lay peacefully, as if smiling. Grandma stared at the wordless figure, and the sadness in her heart gradually turned into a kind of commitment and firmness. She vowed that she would always remember this deep love, and no matter how the years passed, this sincere affection would continue forever. A bowl of warm porridge was picked up by her grandmother, reminiscing about how much she missed her grandfather. She blew softly, cooling the porridge and slowly feeding it into her mouth. This hot taste represents the endless nostalgia for grandpa. And this bowl of porridge is like a fire in the soul, which burns inexhaustibly in this home and will never be extinguished.
At some point, the rain began to fall. The smell of sadness and helplessness permeated the humid air. Grandma gently straightened Grandpa's clothes, then turned and walked into the room.
The whole room was covered in darkness, and Grandma closed her eyes. The world, once enriched by love, is now empty and nothing. She whispered, "Goodbye, my beloved, maybe our story is so pure after all, without any regrets." ”
A warm feeling welled up in her heart, and she understood that in this darkness, her grandfather was still silently watching over her.