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Rainy Day

Chengmin Zhu

4/18/2018

ENG105

It is raining now, the grey sky, the continuous patter of raindrops, the world seemed to be covered with a gray layer, blurring my sight...

The misty and rainy weather is a memory that I can't fly away. The rain here is not always as good as my hometown. It is not always as intoxicating as my hometown. It is not always as transparent as my hometown.

In the rain, there is a back view of the mother; in the rain, there are warm hands of the father; in the rain, there is a smiling face of the grandfather.... Now, however, it seemed as if the clouds were passing through the rain curtains. On this unusual rainy night, Grandpa was inadvertently reminded again. It's been 6 years since my grandfather passed away, but I always burst into tears when I think of him. Maybe it's because of too much sentimentality, perhaps because of the embarrassment of the most loved ones.

In the memory of childhood, there was an old man with a face of kindness. He always cares for everyone with that loving gaze and concern, and that is my grandfather.

When I was young, when the winter vacation arrived, I was very looking forward to returning to my hometown because every time Grandpa saw me, he would always be happy to take my little hand and tell me to wait and take me where to play and go. Where to buy candies, where to go in the evening, etc., Like me as an old urchin, I always eagerly look forward to it. Such an expectation always exclaims me!

Whenever the evening was over and the sun was going down, Grandpa would take my hand and said that he will take me to the night market. Just entered the night market, Grandpa and the bosses gossiping about the north and the south, but also kept asking me what I want to eat, what I want to play. Pleasant atmosphere began to heat up in these conversations and spread from the streets to the lanes with a brisk rhythm. One after another, one after another, talkative and cheerful grandfather, as if every boss was his old friends. The noise of the temple was so loud that it was a far cry from the silent scene, so I had a lot of fun with my grandfather! But the happy time was always flying very fast. I didn’t know when the sky will be quietly replaced with a black tulle, and my grandfather would only be able to return home if I am reluctant but satisfied. When I was in elementary school, my grandfather always cared about my school work from time to time. Although he had no education, he didn't understand what was aoe, he didn't know what was 123, and he didn't know what ABC was, of course, he couldn't help. However, there would always be more scholarships in the New Year’s red envelope. Finally, there would be a sentence saying: “Come on!” Every time I listened it, my heart always feel warm, like the sun in the cold wind, Bring me unparalleled courage, warmth and encouragement, so that I started in the new year and took big steps to a higher level.

In the blink of an eye, in the summer of my examination, I heard the news that Grandpa died. Everyone was happy and sad for Grandpa. It was sad that our most respected grandfather had gone. He was pleased that he had been tortured by cancer pain. The grandfather finally escaped from the hardships of the sea; but everyone's face is full of sadness and sadness. I'm even less amazed, but I know for sure that I have lost a good grandfather who loves me deeply! Every moment and every moment I get along with my grandfather has become the best memory in my heart. I will never forget that I once had one of the most kind and grandfather, because I believe he will live forever in our In his heart, he will shelter all his children and grandchildren from the other side of heaven.

I remember it was a rainy night, I just came out of school after night class. My mother worried that I would not be safe to walk home at night, so she would pick me up at school gate every night, but she wasn’t there that night. Then I went to the convenience store near the school and called my mother on the public telephone (because the school didn’t allow students to bring their phone). After the call was connected, I only heard the crying of my mother and the special sound of the hospital. My mom only said a sentence, “Grandfather passed away, you should go home alone first.” Then, she hung up the telephone, next day, she told me grandfather was died of a cerebral hemorrhage.

On the way of home, pedestrians were walking quickly in twos and threes with their umbrellas, and their drifting eyes did not understand my sadness. My sadness is a person’s sadness. I just wanted to walk alone in the rain. I didn’t want them to know my sadness. Rain drops slide down my hair and slide through my eyes, like tears, actually it came with tears. Men are subject to sudden changes of fortune as the moon is subject to the changes of being full and crescent, cloudy and clear. He would not disappear, at least in the space of the earth, it was impossible to disappear, and it was doomed to not disappear, at least in my life, it was impossible! The feeling of rain is filled the whole city, it’s lost as soon as I can’t see it.

In the low weeping and confession, I gradually cried. The cry, how many regrets and tears of my regrets are contained. The cry, mixed with my sorrow and sadness, in these tears, I seem to see the grandfather's kind face, tearful eyes, and cry, are the truest and most pure affections of grandchildren toward Grandpa; that cry, finally breaking through the bank of the soul in the torrent of repression, struck deeply my heart and lungs.

By the step by step to say goodbye to my grandfather, with the little by little to swallowing the hearts of the whole family, the pace is so heavy, that kind of bump, a few salutes reverberated in the air, Grandpa's life with this tragic tone of the world made the last farewell to this world, in that sadness and joy, in that tears, in the rain, brought together all the grief and affection of my life, and sent my grandfather step by step...

Later, I only think Grandma is so poor at the moment, that kind of embarrassment, as if the leaves in the autumn wind shiver, how can I not understand the grandmother's mood at the moment? How can we not understand the 60 years of deep love between Grandma and Grandpa? How can grandma bear? However, my tears did not flow in the river of consciousness. I just listened to my grandmother's heartfelt cries. My spirit had collapsed to the extreme and I was numbed.

Grandpa went like this and left for the world in the rainy midnight and was buried in the tomb of my soul. Since then, I have lost a warm and stable home. Since then, I have lost a beautiful memory forever in my rainy night. My four seasons are full of desolateness. My soul is filled with regret and regret!

Grandpa went like this and walked through the halls of my soul and disappeared into the wilderness of memory. Grandpa is an ordinary working people. From him, I learned hard work and patience, and learned how to live silently like a cocoon. Therefore, I am proud to have such an ordinary grandfather...

From then on, I only guarded my grandfather's remains on countless nights, with infinite thoughts, like an aggrieved child, swaying all my tears and telling my sadness and regret!

The death will never come back. Although the days are still going on, only ourselves understand how important it is to lose. No one can make up for that kind of thing forever. The best time of childhood was spent with my grandfather. My mother and father were busy with a lot of work before. Although they would accompany me with dinner together, and I dared not to be spoiled in front of them. I don't blame them. They were not easy. As for me, I was happy to build good relations with my classmates, I didn’t like to talk with my parents and I even didn’t know how to communicate with them, because there seems to be a natural gap with my parents. Later I went to high school and I was sensitive, weak, suspicious and timid. I was careful to maintain the friendship between my classmates, I was afraid of loneliness, and I afraid of being abandoned. In my heart, I could only confide in my friends, but my friends were only temporary at that time, and friends can only accompany you for a short walk I your life. There are so many confused and melancholy days and nights in the puberty that I want to crawl on Grandpa's lap and cry like a spoiled child. Imagine being surrounded by grandfathers and asking him to tell a story like I was when I was a child. I really want to talk back to my grandfather when I was a kid. I want to go back to my childhood and I went to the woods to pick up mushrooms. How I want to go back to my childhood, my grandfather taught me how to do my homework. When I was a child, I fanned my grandfather... but everything can't go back.

Now that I have entered the society, I have come into contacted all kinds of people. There are also many so-called friends. Everyone is enjoying themselves. I also seem to be cheerful and lively. However, the more people who come in contact, the lonelier the heart is, and deeply feel that there are only a few people in the world who really love you. If you lose them, they will never come back. The indifference and alienation of my grandfather for the last year or more in my ignorant age made it impossible for me to forgive myself for a lifetime.

When Grandpa was most ill, he squeezed his dry eyes and cried and shouted at his Mom. I knew he had so much pain. Perhaps it was only when he returned to his mother to make him feel warm. If you give me another chance, I would rather drop out of school to take care of him. I would like to accompany you every day to make your last time no longer sad. Dear Grandpa, you were once so great and loved, and old age was so miserable. If I can, I will use my half-life to change your health and longevity.

And now I can only hope that you can enjoy yourself at there, and no longer be afflicted with illness.