For as long as I can remember, I have several colorless portraits of Marx, Engels, and Lenin, the great teachers of the communist revolution, as well as Chairman Mao and Commander-in-Chief Zhu De, one of the founders of the republic. Judging from the color of the portrait www.biquge.info it should be a bit old. Judging by the motive for hanging the portraits, there must have been a loyal communist fighter sitting underneath these portraits, and this person was my grandfather.

My grandfather was the same age as the Republic, and he was born in a landlord family, and that landlord was my grandfather, a pure addict. The grandfather held five family businesses in his hands in that old society, and he could be regarded as a landlord. But in his later years, he became addicted to smoking, and since then he can no longer clean up, and the five family businesses have turned into a puff of green smoke one by one, and in the end it may be because he feels guilty, hanged on the door frame, and finally did not even enter the ancestral grave, and a landlord just cut himself off alive.

When the Republic overthrew the landlord class with great fanfare, my grandfather was destitute and was drawn in the boundaries outside the landlord. In this way, the grandfather was very prescient, but the final fate was a little tragic, and the grandfather's departure gave the grandfather a chance to be reborn, and he joined the organization with honor. The organization will definitely not accept the descendants of a landlord, and it needs to be explained here that the grandfather has died before the time of dividing the components, so the organization accepted the grandfather's application, and became a person in the organization, and followed the organization to do a vigorous career.

In my opinion, my grandfather's life is very meaningful, at least he gave all his youth to the organization, and successively served as the branch secretary and brigade director in the introduction project, Murakami, and went through a period of eventful years; I heard my grandmother say that my grandfather was a very advanced person, although he did not go to school for a day, but he taught himself to write, and he also spoke on various occasions. But I don't think my grandmother said it in enough detail, because my grandfather still has a lot of good qualities, and my grandmother didn't tell me. In my impression, my grandfather not only had a revolutionary background, but also had the ability to know astronomy, and in my memory, my grandfather often held an old yellow calendar in his hand. He was ridiculed by the old man in our village as a "half-immortal", and indeed, most of the things that grandpa said would come true. Just some time ago, the third aunt recalled her grandfather in her circle of friends: she wrote that her grandfather once predicted when we had no telephone, no TV, and even no electricity that one day in the future, we would definitely be able to reach the point where we could talk for thousands of miles and not go out when we met, and sure enough, these things came true. Of course, my aunt's words were much more wonderful than what I wrote, and I believe that my grandfather said them himself.

I have a very deep relationship with my grandfather, who is a reassuring pill in my heart. When Grandpa is here, he is my whole sky, and with Grandpa here, everything is fine. He also loved me very much, and always pinned hopes on me, the eldest grandson, to glorify my ancestors, but I failed to live up to my grandfather's expectations; When my grandfather left, I was sadder than my father, and I cried very sadly, from the bottom of my heart. For a long time, I dreamed of my grandfather's kind smile, and now when I think of my grandfather, I miss him very much, accompanied by sadness.

The paintings on the wall of my grandfather's house disappeared later, and my father said that my second uncle had turned them into ashes. In fact, if I were to deal with it, I would collect those paintings as a token of my nostalgia for my grandfather. Grandpa is gone, and I don't know if I can inherit half of what he believed, but if he was still alive, the portraits of the great men hanging on the walls could not be hurt in the slightest.