Every year during the pomegranate blossom season, I would come to the small courtyard on the old city wall to see my grandfather and the fiery red pomegranate flowers.
The early summer sun is warm and the breeze is blowing;Whenever I push open the courtyard door, I call softly"Grandpa", but he always has bad legs and feet"Marie"He went out of the house and greeted me with a smileAnd pull me to sit on a chair under the pomegranate tree, ask me to study, and talk to me;He didn't understand what I was talking about, but he never let my words fall to the ground, always with a smile on his face and a nod of his head in agreement.
In July and August, when the pomegranates are ripe, I will come soonThe pomegranate on the tree is not small, and my grandfather took the red pomegranate in his hand and stuffed it into my hand and said with a smile"The biggest and sweetest must be reserved for Honey. "Hearing this, I was happier to eat the pomegranate in my hand, and he was happier than I was smiling when he watched me eat. Every time I enter the hospital empty-handed, I will always have a few more plastic bags in my hand, filled with red pomegranates, and there seem to be many different kinds of "pomegranates" in them.
Every Spring Festival, my grandfather would always stand under the bare tree, holding a red envelope in his hand and stuffing it into my handMy mother wouldn't let me ask for it every time, but in the end the red envelope was stuffed into my pocket, and he always said it with a smile"Good Nil, take the flowers"。
Since his grandmother passed away, he has always sat alone in a daze, not to mention that I understand the sourness in his heart. That's why I'll be with him whenever I have time. Every time, I would see a lonely old gentleman sitting on the bamboo chair under the pomegranate tree in the small courtyard looking at the sky, and only when I came would he show a smile on his face.
However, when the courtyard door was open, the originally cold courtyard was crowded with people I didn't know, and I didn't see the "old gentleman" with a smiling faceI sat on the bamboo chair under the tree and watched the people come in and out, and I knew that in the future, when I opened the courtyard door, I would never see the "old gentleman" - my grandfather again.
Autumn went to winter, and when I took a detour and pushed open the courtyard door again, it was already deep winter;The door of the house in the courtyard is closed, there is no trace of snow on the ground, and the bamboo chair is still in place, but my kind grandfather is missing, and the cold wind blows on me mercilessly It is clear that it has sunny, but there is no warmth, and that day is grandpa's sacrifice day.
I gently closed the courtyard door and left the small courtyard on the city wall.
In the early summer of this year, the pomegranate blossoms bloomed again, and a pomegranate flower fell on the bamboo chair under the tree, which was bright and vivid under the reflection of the sun, occupying my mind, and he will always smile in my memory.
Life is a long road, and the stars are changing;Grandpa, don't worry, I will take the fiery "pomegranate flower" in my memory to a more gorgeous tomorrow. (Tongxu County Xianping Middle School, Class 1, Hong Yuxin, Instructor Jin Xuefeng).