In life, every bit is love.

As a child, I was willing to walk the fields; When I go to school, I want to swim in the sea of books; In the future, I am willing to give everything for my ideals. Looking back carefully, isn't everything a little bit of love?

The pictures in my life are like projectors, quickly playing the bits and pieces of the past 16 years in my mind. Every frame is a beautiful picture, a small story that records bits and pieces.

I'm not afraid of your jokes, my grandfather was a farmer in his early years, and later became a worker. Suffice it to say, he influenced my whole life!

It was a scorching summer.

Grandpa came back with a flat pole and carefully fertilized each vegetable field, according to his philosophy, these crops are precious treasures, and there is no room for waste! Many butterflies and bees still linger here, and the infinite vitality seems to be honoring grandpa and blooming with vitality.

He took a bench and sat down, not knowing if he was tired, and sighed softly. Look at this old man, his complexion is dark, and he is already very thin. He was also not in good health, coughing from time to time, but he ran to the construction site on time all day. At this time he was idle, enjoying the beauty of the meal on the taste buds.

For some reason, he put down the dishes and chopsticks and said to me: "You have to study hard, and you can't live and die like grandpa when you grow up...... We didn't have to eat before, but now that life is better, you have to study hard at all costs. A word is worth a thousand gold, I'm a little stupid, and I can't learn abacus~" There was a tear in the corner of his eye, and she wanted to hide it, but I observed it under my eyes. My heart seems to be tugged at, and it seems that the study I hate cannot become a mountain that overwhelms me, and I want to change it in this little bit.

He hurriedly ate a few bites, got on the battery car and went to the construction site a few kilometers away, and continued to go out early and return late. There are so many things like this that my ears are almost calloused, and sometimes I don't want to listen to them, just as a joke about the left ear going in and the right ear going out.

Come to think of it, he never asked us for a penny...... He still walks in front of his father with his thin body, he is old, but he is already carrying the "burden". In my spare time, I reminisce about the bits and pieces, but I feel that I am too naïve and too persistent. The old man walked more than I had ever eaten salt, and he just wanted to be a ruler and keep knocking on me so that I wouldn't take a detour. He doesn't say anything, but he uses his actions to instill the concept of love bit by bit, and I think this spirit will be carried out to the end.

"You have to study hard and get a good job when you grow up." These words shook my soul and could not dissipate while I slept. In my mind, an old man's face gradually appeared, and gradually his whole body, he carried the burden, but it made me feel very warm.

Every bit is love, and every bit is the guidance of the older generation to the young. Maybe I have a rebellious mentality, maybe I'm a little stubborn, but under the "influence" of my grandfather, I also know a kind of spirit. He is already old, and his father will be like him, so I will take up this responsibility with strong arms. I want to use my actions to interpret my apologies and my perception that every bit is love!