Love in the depths of time
Maybe they have forgotten many things that have happened in this world, and even forgot each other's names, but they will still remember to watch each other.
It’s already winter, but it’s not as harsh or harsh as winter at all. On the contrary, it makes people feel a kind of gentleness and tranquility. It seems that there is also a strong sense of spring blooming in winter.
On a rare weekend, I was standing in front of the window out of boredom. Suddenly I thought of the so-called "love letter" lying in the drawer, and also thought of the person who gave me this "bomb" last night. I couldn't calm down for a while. I felt inexplicably melancholy. The longing and ignorance of youth come unexpectedly. I have thought about the appearance of such love countless times, but when I really have to face it, I am still at a loss.
Outside the window, it was as calm as ever, but the figures of grandparents gradually came into view.
As they are old, they can no longer take care of themselves, so they have to be taken care of by their children in turns. Grandpa has some Alzheimer's and can no longer remember the way home. Whenever he goes out for a walk, his mother always warns him not to walk too far. Although grandma is in better condition than grandpa, she is sometimes clear and sometimes confused. They seem to have forgotten their ages, which children's home they are in, and they even don't know what topics to talk about. Most of the time they will sit quietly, and occasionally they will argue, just because they are in Wendeng at this time. Still in my hometown. But no matter what, when going out for a walk, grandpa would hold grandma's hand and pull her forward. Mom always smiles and says that they have become old children and have forgotten how feudal the era they lived was, and how men and women were not close to each other.
At this time, they were sitting in the open space in front of the building, and the winter sunshine was shining warmly on them. They just sat quietly like that. Maybe for them, watching quietly like this is the ultimate in life. Suddenly, grandpa stood up and walked to the lawn not far away. What is grandpa going to do? I suddenly became nervous - my mother gave me the task of guarding my grandparents today and asked me to check on them from time to time, because they had been "collectively" lost.
I turned around and ran downstairs, but when I ran downstairs out of breath, I was shocked by the scene in front of me. At this time, Grandpa had already walked back from the lawn, holding an unknown wild flower in his hand. He walked slowly to grandma and handed it to grandma. Grandma's wrinkled face was already covered with a flower-like smile. She looked at the flowers, nodded her head, and muttered. I walked forward slowly, but because I was too far away, I still didn't hear clearly what grandma was talking about. I just saw that after a while, grandpa took the flower from grandma's hand again and gently pinned it to grandma's hand. That silver hair bun edge.
For a moment, I stood in a daze, just standing in the sunshine, looking at the old couple a few steps away.
Maybe they have forgotten many things that have happened in this world, and even forgot each other's names, but they will still remember to watch each other. In an instant, I seemed to understand what love is. Even if the memories of the past have faded, even if I have forgotten your beautiful face in the past, even if I can no longer remember that you are the person I once loved most - these are not important. , the important thing is that you and I are still walking hand in hand on this long road of life. Love is in this time.
I once naively and stubbornly believed that people from my grandparents and even my parents’ era did not understand what love was, because their love never gave me a vigorous feeling. They were so calm, living peacefully, and walking peacefully. in time. But today, this pair of calm old people used their actions to explain to me what true love is and what watching is.
I quietly picked up the touching memories all over the place, turned around and went upstairs, slowly picked up the pen and wrote down this beautiful moment.
I know there is a voice in my heart telling me how to face life and love in the future. It turns out that love lies deep in time.
