At home, in a dark corner of the last room on the second floor, there was a rusty hoe, this hoe was very old and old, it was a hoe used by my grandfather.

My grandfather is purely a post-40s generation, and when he won the War of Resistance Against Japan in 1945, with a burst of fierce voices, my grandfather was born in the dust!

So, naturally, my great-grandmother took the name of my grandfather - Yongyou! However, the good times did not last long, and another war crept in.

Zhang Yanghao said

"Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer", the rise and fall of a dynasty have suffered the people, not to mention how much the war of liberation to welcome the new era has brought about it.

So, before the Chinese meat was boiled into soup, a large bucket of cold water was poured on the people. The family struggled to raise money to ensure that Grandpa could study, but these days brought the family down early, and Grandpa had to leave the humble classroom made of yellow mud with reluctance and nostalgia, yes, Grandpa went to herd cattle before he even finished the third grade of elementary school, and finally, he carried the hoe, and every hoe that seemed annoying to me.

Turning over the hoe, how much soil was loosened by the hoe, and how many hoes were turned over. But no matter what, it seems that grandpa's thirst for knowledge can not be extinguished, although there is no desperate effort to steal the light from the wall, and there is no hard work to taste the gall, but under the comfortable blue sky at that time, there is always a boy who takes out the villain book in his spare time, and slowly reads in the palm of his hand.

In my memory, in addition to hoeing and farming, my grandfather often flipped through a big old calendar in the room, and some other books, and after looking at what my grandfather wrote on the calendar, I didn't understand it when I was a child, and I couldn't understand it after flipping through it, and now that my grandfather has passed away, I have never seen the big old calendar again.

Maybe my grandfather knew that it was a rare thing to be able to read today, so he often encouraged us to read more and read good books, and I still remember what my grandfather used to say to me when I was a child,

"Read smart, be fast, be tall, and be big." (Grandpa only spoke the local dialect), but now, the words that linger in his ears are no longer heard.

Suffice it to say, this hoe! It's grandpa's least favorite, and it's also grandpa's most reluctance. It was two years ago to see this intriguing old hoe again.

At that time, the house was cleaned to welcome my junior high school life, and the old hoe was turned out of nowhere, and I only remember that I was asked to take it and put it away.

The heavy hoe is very unpleasant, the hoe stick that began to rot, some of the horned hoe pieces and the rusty hoe surface, the bottom is still sticky with hard loess, how to look, this hoe is old, just like the old grandfather, precipitated in the time will eventually rot, accidentally slip the hoe and fell to the ground, that is, that summer, the grandfather only left the memory and left, just like this old hoe, quietly left, only left the rust in the memory.

The long tear stains can't be exchanged for a trace of mercy of time, and the hot and stuffy weather no longer sees a trace of grandpa's sweat.

Perhaps, there are no hoes and no fields in that world, just a lot of books you love to read, grandpa, I miss you so much!

The hoe still stood in that corner......