This is too grandfather last stay in my mind the impression, after he did not then rather abruptly appeared behind me or around, may I go to school, he felt that teachers should be good education than education, it could be me most of the time spent in school, the less time he was exposed. However, I think, too grandfather in my life which left those words, it seems better than the teacher knowledge is also useful, not only now I have, in later years, there will be a greater help. I will also be duty-bound to the birth of inner tube out and the words and deeds of knowledge to impart to my children, and handed down from generation to generation.
Later, the grandfather is sick, do not know what was wrong, as if impatient, he was lying in bed unable to move to the death of separated for a very short time. In this way, he disappeared in my life a living person, he took the culture, there is knowledge, and I get along with less than a decade, in a hurry to leave. Sometimes miss the grandfather, not only thought of his education my earnestness memorable words, but also emotion of the laws of nature irreversible. Is always to be riding a crane away, but a matter of how to spend limited life, and how to improve the existing quality of life, how to do something meaningful is thinking.
This essay only to cherish the memory of the grandfather and the lost years, and also text alerts to go the way of the future.
The money placed on the desk was installed in her cheap basketball shoes, and grandfather seem to hear what I said, and turned back and yelled: "the Qiantaochulai, kids home what means Boyd ah?"
I obediently put into the cheap basketball shoess of the money taken out, clutched in his hand, not on the table, nor handed grandfather.
May be too grandfather's voice, it may be because the parents around, tears suddenly flow out of the hum of crying, as if wronged. Too grandfather reason no attention to me, won the money from my hand in the past, and gave it to his father.
The father took the money, come to my side, with the back of his hand to wipe the tears, wipe my face and speak good words to cajole me.
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