It is difficult to hide the sadness, although many days have passed, I dare not think about it, and when I think of the old man, my feelings will be out of control. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

www.Klxsw.com it is difficult to express feelings with the old man, as you all know, the rifle army was influenced by the old man.

In this article, with poor writing, I will talk about the old man, as well as me and the old man.

He was a Mao-Zedong-ideological warrior.

When thinking about what kind of words to use to express the problem, thinking about it, and returning to the life of the old man, Mao-Zedong's ideological warrior is the most appropriate.

Have you ever seen selfless people, those selfless dedication models written in our primary school textbooks?

I've seen one, and there's one by my side, old man.

Until the old man was buried by my own hands in the earth facing the reservoir, my only uncle counted his mistakes at the grave.

Because when the old man was still capable, he didn't pull his children along, and the opportunities and opportunities were given to others. One of the things that my uncle counted the most was that when the old man first spoke about the top things, it was decades ago, he was looking for a teacher in a primary school, and the second grandfather who graduated from high school, that is, the old man's own brother, the old man did not let him teach, but found another person.

The reason is simple, the family is more difficult.

At that time, teachers were more popular.

My father can't count the people who were dragged out by the old man back then, but no one in the family has borrowed even a cent of the old man's strength. Now those who were dragged out by the old man, no matter how bad they were, there were several floors of buildings, and the best ones were the resignation of divisional and regiment-level cadres, which changed the fate of the family from then on.

Dad said that the old man also missed a good opportunity back then, and it should be said that loyalty and filial piety cannot be both. At the beginning, the grandmother was reluctant to give up the old man, because he was the eldest son. So after the troops left, the old man stayed. And the people who participated in the revolution with the old man and the army followed the army, and they retired from the provincial and departmental level early to enjoy the blessings.

At the end of the war, the old man chose filial piety.

I didn't imagine what I would be like today if the old man had followed the army. The hateful second generation of officials or the idle rich second generation? Maybe the age has gone up, and the world has seen through the dust, and the thoughts in that regard are not so strong.

I didn't imagine it, old man~∈style_txt; Including what kind of material help my dad can give me, on my life path. Therefore, beating the little old man taught me two truths, first, to be a good person, and second, to create wealth with both hands.

He has killed people, and he was almost killed, he is still an intellectual, he is particularly concerned about his identity as an intellectual, you know, before the liberation, he was already a secretary of the brigade.

I remember when the old man was hospitalized for the first time, I was reading a book during the vigil, and suddenly I thought about taking the old man, so I took it and pointed to the title of the book and asked him, Grandpa, do you know how to pronounce this word. The old man said, "It's on the road."

The book is "On the Road", but the old man's reading habits are still stuck in the pre-liberation from right to left.

Until he died, the old man's eyes were not short-sighted. It's a pity that he couldn't speak at that time, and the country customs are quite strong, otherwise he might want to donate healthy and useful organs.

The old man has always told me that you must study hard, and only by reading good books can you become a useful person and serve the people as a leader. He also often said that if his education level was a little higher, he could be the governor of the province. I think it's funny.

The old man can rest in peace, and he often said to me at the dinner table: There is a golden house in the book.

I did it, old man.

Now I make a living by writing books, and I really earn money by writing, and the real gold comes from books.

I distinctly remember that before I enlisted in the army, I handed my debut novel to the old man with the smell of ink, and the old man sat down and immediately read it. It's just that today's writing habits and reading habits may be very different from those of a few decades ago, and even traditional Chinese characters are the most suitable for the old man. But I remember his relieved smile at that time, which supported me to the army and supported me through so much training.

The old man had a scar on his nose, and my father said that he was accidentally cut by the flying firewood chips when he was chopping wood, so his nose was cut in half, and there was a deep gap in the wing of his nose. But I vividly remember that when I was in high school and I had the idea to write a book, I asked the old man about the old man when he used to fight, but he mentioned a battle, about the scar on his nose, and he had tears in his eyes when he talked about it. After that day, no matter how much I asked, he didn't want to talk about the war again.

But I can still imagine how the old man survived the battlefield through the scars on his body.

Since the beginning of the previous year, the old man's movement has become inconvenient, first of all, it is difficult to walk on his legs, and he has to move slowly with crutches. From that moment on, I started to take turns bathing him with my father, and every time I bathed the old man, I wanted to cry. Looking at the scars on his body, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. How many lives and deaths the old man has gone through to come to his journey, although his imagination is rich, it is difficult to imagine.

The old man still wants to save face.

He even had a hard time walking, and when he came back from the hospital for the first time, he sat in the back seat of the car, and I walked over and opened the door, and said to him with a smile, Grandpa, I'll carry you up. The family lives on the third floor, and has to be backed. And guess what, he smiled and said, "You carry me?" with a very contemptuous look, and I was very surprised.

Of course, I carried him, and my father had a herniated lumbar disc and couldn't carry heavy objects.

The old man is very strong, and he is only two centimeters shorter than me. At first, I carried him upstairs and downstairs, but it was difficult, and my father couldn't help me to get him to the third floor.

One of the things that shocked me happened when the old man was hospitalized for the first time, when the doctor asked about the situation, my father said that the old man had never been in the hospital, and the doctors and nurses were stunned. Maybe in their imagination, the old man of this age should be a frequent visitor to the hospital. But the truth is that the old man didn't even know where the door of the hospital was going to open before.

The imagination of doctors and nurses has come true, and there is a second time with the first time, and slowly there are more. The old man's physical condition is deteriorating and becoming more and more fragile. It's a reincarnation, and people are like that. From children to adults, and from adults to children, I have personally experienced the process of the old man from adults to children, and I have no regrets.

When I washed his face, I washed it three times, because I remembered that when I was a child, he also washed my face three times, and he said that this way it would be clean. The face must be clean. I carefully cleaned the dirt between his toes, and I remembered the scene when he washed my feet when I was a child. Of course, I carried him on my back, and I also remembered the scene when he went to the village to handle affairs on my back when I was a child.

I take out the fish, tear it up, test the temperature of the soup, and feed him the same way he served me when I was a child. I dressed him and covered him with a quilt, just like when he was a kid and coaxed me to sleep.

The old man's breathing slowed slowly, as if he was asleep, and I called out to him a few times, and a few tears fell from his eyes, maybe there was something but he couldn't say it.

I know, the old man must want to say to me, you have to study hard.

The relics left to me by the old man are a 38 rifle bayonet and a certificate of excellent **.

Rest in peace, old man