姥爷的爱

我仰望星空，不禁感叹时光的匆匆，我眼前浮现出了一个身影。

    儿时，我回到梦寐以求的农村，开始了纯洁又朴素的生活。当我回去时，他一把抱住我，用他的胡子扎着我的脸，都是年幼无知，总会摆脱他的怀抱，自此，在儿时，他是我特别害怕的人。

    时间飞逝，我也升入小学，再看向他时，他头发花白了几分，但是他对我的爱依旧没变，他无论何时，对我笑起来眼睛眯成了一条缝，不会再用胡子扎我了，也不抱我了，可能是年龄大了，抱不动了，对我似乎也严厉了一些。但是我似乎也没有发现这一切，依旧是对他特别害怕。

    光阴似箭，日月如梭，转眼，我迈入了初中，开始变得忙碌，我一年也因为疫情和学业回不去，每天投入忙碌之中，这此暑假，母亲将我带了回去，也就是这一次，让我对他的恐惧像冰一样化掉了。

    在农村，每个月的农历初一、十一、二十一是赶集的日子，每到那个时候，他总会推一个小车上去赶集。我回去了，他似乎对我不那么亲近了，可能是时光飞逝的原因吧，他老了。那次，他拉住我的手去赶集，本来就是几百米，我们走了一个小时，这时才发现他老了，他似乎想让我进阴凉地，他前往了太阳地，我没有进去，我依然走在太阳地里，任凭太阳烤着我，我们俩人就一步一步一步的往前走，一步一步……

    我走的时候刚上了车，他故作镇定的目送着我，后来听我二姨说“他眼里噙着泪，一直在默默流泪……”那一刻，我心里似乎有一块冰，彻彻底底融化了。是啊，男儿有泪不轻弹，只是未到伤心处，因为他对我的爱与关心，让我红了眼框。

    姥爷啊，您对我的爱，我这辈子都忘不了，我该怎么样去报答他对我的爱呢？去奋斗，努力学习；去给予他快乐，这些或许是我能做到的。

    我从中醒了过来，仰望星空，我眼睛模糊了，鼻子一酸，时间匆匆而来，又匆匆而去，或许是我没有在意这一切，于是，我拿起笔，写下这一切

Looking up at the starry sky, I can't help but sigh the rush of time, and a figure emerges before my eyes.

When I was a child, I went back to my dream village and started a pure and simple life. When I went back, he hugged me and stuck his beard in my face. All of them were young and ignorant, and always got rid of his arms. Since then, he has been the person I was particularly afraid of in my childhood.

Time flies, I also went to elementary school. When I looked at him again, his hair turned gray, but his love for me remained the same. Whenever he smiled at me, his eyes narrowed into a crack, and he wouldn't stab me with his beard or hug me anymore. Maybe he was too old to hug me, and he seemed to be a little harsh to me. But I didn't seem to find all this, and I was still particularly afraid of him.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by. In a blink of an eye, I entered the junior high school and began to get busy. I couldn't go back for a year because of the epidemic and my studies, and I was busy every day. This summer vacation, my mother took me back, and this time, my fear of him melted like ice.

In the countryside, the first, eleventh and twenty-first days of the lunar calendar are the days of the market. Every time at that time, he always pushes a cart to the market. I went back. He doesn't seem to be so close to me. Maybe it's the time that flies. He's old. That time, he took my hand to go to the market, which was just a few hundred meters. We walked for an hour, only to find that he was old. He seemed to want me to go into the shade. He went to the sun, but I didn't go in. I still walked in the sun, and let the sun bake me. The two of us went forward step by step, step by step ...

When I left, I just got on the bus, and he looked after me calmly. Later, I heard my second aunt say, "There are tears in his eyes, and he has been crying silently …" At that moment, there seemed to be a piece of ice in my heart, which completely melted. Yes, a man's tears don't flick, but he hasn't been to the sad place. Because of his love and concern for me, I'm blinded.

Grandpa, your love for me will never be forgotten in my life. How can I repay his love for me? Strive and study hard; To give him happiness, these may be what I can do.

I woke up from it and looked up at the starry sky. My eyes were blurred, my nose was sore, and time came and went in a hurry. Maybe I didn't care about all this, so I picked up a pen and wrote it down.