My grandfather passed away when I was a sophomore in high school, and I knew that my mother had called me to tell me the news after I came home from study at night. I also wanted to fly from the house next to the school to the deep courtyard of my house, but I couldn't, because my mother wouldn't allow me to take time off work and let me come back for the weekend. It was supposed to be a Wednesday, so I don't remember exactly what the next two days of classes were like, but they were always fast. Fast forward to the weekend, and I took the bus to my yard at home. At the gate of the courtyard, the courtyard gate was full of people, all the neighbors on this street, and I didn't see the sadness on their faces, but let me see it with casual smiles.

I looked around the crowd and saw my mother busy by the huge iron pot, and I could clearly feel more of her gray hair, and I saw it from afar. When I got closer, I found that my mother's eyes were red, not because of grief but because of exertion, and my mother's lips were chapped, and I seemed a little angry, and I was powerless, so I had to complain to my mother, and my mother, she just listened quietly, and after a while, she went busy again.

I saw the eldest father and the fourth father who had been out for many years, they were entertaining the guests who came, hurrying and acting quickly. I went over and put my bag in and wanted to go over and get started, but my mother told me to go and do my homework! I'll call you when the meal is ready. So I went headlong into my little room again, as if I could cut it all off.

Grandpa is a foreigner, there was a famine back then, and he came to this place all the way around with a medical box, got married here, became a family, and established a business. Originally, I was a successful person, I had a job, and I also found a job for my grandmother. However, grandpa himself loves to drink and is still a violent temper, and finally grandma and grandpa divorced, grandma found another person and became another family, but grandpa didn't. Therefore, the grandfather did not fulfill the responsibilities of a father, and completely indulged in his own children, but he was only intoxicated with alcohol.

From the beginning of my impression, my grandfather was a drunkard, and he began to wander around after drinking some alcohol all day long, and everyone was either talking nonsense or swearing, which made the neighbors hate him, just like the year in the legend of the year beast. Later, due to long-term excessive drinking, the body had problems, and the blood also needed blood transfusion to maintain, so he stopped drinking.

My grandfather was very good to me, and when I was younger, he would always stuff me with 1, 2, or 5 pieces for me to buy some bits and pieces, but at most it was not more than 10 pieces. However, the tuition fee for each school year is very generous, hundreds of dollars. Later, after he stopped drinking, every morning when my sleepy eyes were not fully open, he would always come over to see me, talk to my mother for a few words, and then touch my head, let me study hard and try to get into college, and grandpa tried to try to live until the day you went to college. Then the atmosphere became cold, and he dragged his tired bent waist with heavy steps, and went back to his little house by himself. Maybe it was because what he did hurt my mother before, and I was a little dissatisfied with him, and I never spoke to him more.

Grandpa has a small vegetable garden, and in the summer, he is often seen picking weeds, watering, and fertilizing in the green vegetable field. Perhaps when people have experienced a lot, getting along with nature is the greatest peace and happiness. My grandfather spent most of his later days in the vegetable garden, and I was always in a hurry to my house, perhaps for some other reason, and I was always in a hurry to my house, lying on my little table, as if I had cut off everything.

After all, my grandfather didn't see me go to college, and he didn't wait for the opportunity to attend my college banquet, but he was sick, and on the day he lay in bed, many people came to visit him, and my mother told me that before he left, he said that he had earned some more today, and counted the money he had gotten. When I saw him, he was already covered with a white cloth, and his relatives helped him wipe his body and put on new clothes, tattered and earth-stained clothes, packed with other clothes that he had not worn, and gave them to him along with the fire.

The horn blew the faces of the people who saw them off with the wanton sound of the wind, but it could not wipe away the tears from their eyes. Pieces of white paper rose and fell in the air, leaving them on a path leading to the cemetery. As I watched my grandfather's sleeping coffin buried deep in the earth, I finally knew that I would never see him again, just as my aunt had slipped from my life.

I am the eldest grandson of the family, although I don't understand everything, but I also have a necessary and inescapable responsibility, and my grandfather went calmly and peacefully, without suffering. When I left, I picked a good day, just for the Laba Festival, maybe my grandfather was lonely and afraid of being forgotten all his life, so I had to pick such a day. I was always silent in the face of the cold snow, facing the wind knife with both hands, but I had to face the bulging mound with tears.

I didn't understand a lot of things before, and I don't understand much now, but I also know a lot of things, grandpa's stinginess is because of the imprint given to him by the times, and grandpa's misfortune is the tragedy of life for him. I understand that the people of each of our times will carry the characteristics of the times, so grandpa go with peace of mind, no matter what is in this life, what is in the next life, I will eventually use this memory, with ink to remind me of eternal memory.