It's troublesome to go to the grave in our hometown.
Many hills even haven't been built.
Every time we go up the mountain to worship our ancestors, Grandpa leads us a family of more than 20 people. Grandpa takes a hoe and a sickle to open the road in front.
No matter how tall the weeds grow, Grandpa can always find his way.
We children can't touch the direction.
Our family eats sacrifices after worship.
The sacrifices are fruits, cakes and steamed buns.
Every time, I go to worship early.
None of our younger generation had breakfast.
After the worship, Grandpa would choose the best fruit and cake to share with us.
One year, we just went back after the worship.
I saw an outsider taking all the tributes from the tomb with a broken woven bag and a child.
I was surprised and told Grandpa.
Grandpa said that they were all poor, and it was not too shabby to argue with the dead.
Don't disturb them.
My grandfather is almost 90.
When he walked home after going to the grave, he used to sit on other people's tombstones to rest when he passed other people's graves.
My cousin and I always feel that even if my grandpa is old, it's not easy to sit on someone's tombstone.
I'll get Grandpa a folding chair.
But the old man in the village said, "Those buried under the ground are a generation younger than your grandfather. Your grandfather grew up watching.".
Sitting on his grave is to look up to him.
Also, I don't know why. Every time I go to worship, Grandpa will buy some old ice lollies.
Passing by those few deserted graves, put some ice sticks on others' graves.
Later I learned that my grandfather was a teacher for several years when he was young.
The next few graves are all his former students.
In those days, there were few popsicles.
Ice lollies belong to luxury goods.
At that time, some of his students were very poor and hungry. They could not sit still in class and did not read.
Grandpa often takes a steamed bun with white flour or freezes it into an ice lolly with sugar water to encourage those children who don't like reading.
Several children eat a white steamed bun together.
Several children licked an ice lolly together.
But later, those children died of hunger.
Grandpa was a teacher at that time. His culture was not high, and there was not much rice and flour at home. He could help only a limited number of children.
For this reason, Grandpa felt guilty for many years.
Therefore, when I go to the grave when I have nothing to do, my grandpa will buy some popsicles for them when I pass the graves.
I also recited that my family was poor at that time... I could not eat steamed bread with white flour.
Later, Grandpa died.
Our younger generation sweeps grandpa's grave.
Barbecue in front of the grave.
Every time we baked a bunch, we would first pay our respects to Grandpa, and then we would eat them.
Once, I brought a rabbit head that my grandfather liked to eat. As a result, it leaked oil and dirtied his tombstone.
I just wipe and laugh.
Dad won't scold me over there.
Because my grandpa told me before that children will do whatever they like as long as they don't step on the grave head, and no one will pick on evil reasons.
It was warm that day. When we were having a barbecue here, Dad fell asleep on his grandfather's grave.
I guess he also wants to play coquettish with his grandpa. After all, grandpa is his father.
I still remember that when I was a child, my grandfather would knock eggs for me with my head.
Now, no one will knock me on the head again.
Today, my grandfather has passed away for many years, and all the old people of this generation in the village have gone.
There should be no more tombstones.
Because they are not qualified.
Now, my father is a little naughty when he visits my grandfather's grave.
Sometimes my father would twist his waist and say to himself that his waist is much better now.
Sometimes he jumps a lot. Like Fan Wei, he said that his legs and feet are also very good.
Then, turn on the old age machine, switch to Shan Tianfang's channel, and listen to the storytelling for Grandpa.
My father is over half a century old, jumping and jumping in front of my grandfather's grave.
I'm not curious.
Because, I know that my father will always be a child in front of his father.
My mother said that my grandfather was a teacher.
When I was young, I never cared about my father.
My father is lonely in his heart.
I always want to have a chat with my grandpa, but my grandpa is busy every day.
When my grandfather died, he also told my father that when we worship, we should not forget to buy some popsicles for the next few graves.
We have to admit that no matter how poor or rich the students are in any age.
One kind of teacher's concern for students is very penetrating.
Including the so-called apology.
