In the midsummer of 2000, I was born with a tear mole, and my grandfather made it clear that my life had been full of misfortunes.
At an ignorant age, I was frail and sick, and I was always accompanied by soups and medicines. It was my grandparents who gave me everything and their gentleness to support me in my troubled childhood. The rice fields in the countryside, the old bicycles, the sweet grapes on the roofs, and the warm tea eggs in the alleys in midsummer, made up the most stable fireworks of my youth. They gave me all their preferences.
However, things in the world are unpredictable, and the hemp rope is specially chosen to be broken at the thinnest point. Grandma is seriously ill, grandpa is chronically ill, and hardships in life come one after another. I was still young and didn't understand the difference between life and death. I only knew the way back to school. When I looked back, there was no one who silently followed me and protected me as I moved forward.
The old scenes are still there, and old friends are hard to find.
The full text contains no fiction, no fiction, and no nonsense. It is a true childhood memoir with three chapters in total. I would like to write this article in memory of my grandparents who loved me throughout their lives.
Purpose: to record the ups and downs of childhood and the warmth of ancestors, remember the sincere family affection in ordinary life, and cherish the journey and companionship.