I heard my grandmother speak about her views on some things, and for the first time in my life.

I desperately longed from my heart for my grandfather to be alive, so that my grandmother might not be so lonely, and have a companion to talk to when we are not around.

I wish I had a time machine to travel back in time to find out the truth about what made my grandfather decide to leave us to go to the seat of God.

The faith and imagination buried in the bottom of my heart for more than a decade has always been firm, yet I am not willing to ignore the ordinary thoughts of my heart.

How I still wish Grandpa could be there, I haven't treated him well, I was only 3 years old when he left?

I seldom asked my grandmother about my grandfather when I was young, afraid to touch the vulnerable side of her heart so that her deliberately hard armor disintegrated instantly

perhaps not so deep in thought when I was young, but vaguely reluctant to ask, afraid to ask, like a minefield that dare not touch, both curious and afraid, only daring to test and wander at the edge of the mine.

The only thing that I got was some trivial fragments about my grandfather, which really made people feel helpless.

Turning over the photos of yesteryear, grandpa's face is clearly presented in front of the eyes, but in the invisible places can not be seen when his face in the erosion of time gradually blurred.

The grandmother talked about a childhood morning, I woke up and asked my grandfather to take me to buy Wahaha, but grandfather has long since returned to heaven, childhood ignorance is always inadvertently involved in the sadness of adults.

My cousin, who is more like my own sister, often imagines what it would be like at home when my grandfather was still around, so perhaps she would not have gone into society early to experience people.

I also imagine my grandfather herding cattle and us studying, and our grandfather leading the cattle to pick us up after school, and us sitting on the back of the cattle humming ！