Speaking of my grandfather, it seems that I have never met each other. I thought about it for a while, and I only remember my grandfather's friendly smile and that capable figure. Before I knew it, he had been buried underground for two years, and when he died, I couldn't see him for the last time due to work, so I don't know much about my grandfather's face when he died, and all my memories are fixed in the scenes of him playing against me on the chess court.

Not long ago, I accidentally saw an essay written by my cousin in my hometown, and the essay title was "My Grandfather". After reading it, I evoked a lot of thoughts and nostalgia for my grandfather, so I secretly took a picture of my cousin's essay on my mobile phone, and took advantage of this free moment to copy it down, so that I can miss my grandfather and my cousin again, as well as the grandfather of each of us.

The original text is as follows:

My grandfather, a master carpenter, an ordinary villager, has been dead for four years, but there are many shining spots on his body that I will never forget.

Maybe he didn't have that bright eyes, maybe he didn't have that tall and muscular body, but he had a wise mind, and he had a pair of capable and dexterous hands. He was short and stocky, a little hunchbacked, and from afar, his stumbling steps were just right for his figure, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was a veritable chatterbox, which is why he was a talker when guests came. He was very hospitable, sat on the kang with the guests, set up a big kang table in the crowd, and put vegetables, rice, and tea on it, and then talked and laughed loudly. He had almost nothing to say. Now that I think about it, he was a hospitable chunky carpenter.

Once I went to the countryside, the pears were just ripe, that day was a hot summer, the garden was full of green trees, the summer was very hot, the ground was hot, this weather was not suitable for activities to breathe in the fresh air, and those bamboo leaves that were blown by the wind (there are many at the gate of our yard) Grandpa went to the garden, I looked at his staggering steps, he smiled and asked me: "Do you eat pears? This pear is very sweet!" His beard turned upward, looking very interesting. "I'll pick a few. "When I saw that the pear was green, I thought it must be very sour, but when I took a bite, I realized that the pear was sweet. It brings together the sweetness of the countryside, condenses the sweat of the laborers, and the leafy pear tree is a portrayal of the hard life.

What I remember vividly is that he taught me to play chess, I sat on the kang with him, there was a chess board on the kang table, he taught me how to move, I tried to play a game with him, I won, I was very happy, he deliberately lost to me, he touched my head, smiled and said, "You can definitely play chess." "It's a great encouragement for a beginner and he's always been there for me. I excitedly offered to play another game, and he agreed, but this time, he won me with lightning speed, and I lost with a red face and no place to be ashamed, at this time he said: "Winning and losing are common, and there are still many failures and setbacks on the road of life in the future, and victory is the result." This is a very common saying, but I know that there are red and black chess chess, and there are two sides to winning and losing in life.

Now that he has passed away, the big bamboo chair in the living room, very rough, made of unadorned bamboo, but it will always stand there, like a souvenir, recording my grandfather.

My cousin's essay was over, and when I was copying, I brought back bits and pieces of memories, and tears flashed in my eyes from time to time. This essay by my cousin tells the story of how much he misses his grandfather in the young mind of an eighth-grader. After reading this essay, I was taken aback. Usually it seems that my cousin is silent, always immersed in his own sci-fi world, and sometimes even always in a state of anchoring. I didn't expect his heart to be so rich and his feelings so sincere!!

I said to my cousin, "Can you include this essay of yours in my collection?"

He thought about it for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mine is terrible!

Look, what a humble elf.