Since I can remember, there are several portraits that have lost color in my memory. The people in these paintings are Marx, Engels, Lenin, and Chairman Mao, one of the founders of the Republic, and Commander-in-Chief Zhu De. Judging from the color of the portraits, there should be some eras. Judging from the motivation for hanging the portraits, there must be a loyal communist warrior sitting under these portraits, and this person is my grandfather.

Grandpa is the same age as the Republic. He was born in the same landlord family. That landlord is my great master, a pure addict. The great master held five family businesses in his hands in that old society and was considered a landlord. However, in his later years, he became addicted to smoking big smoke and could no longer be able to clean up. The five family businesses turned into blue smoke one by one. In the end, it may be because he felt that he was deeply sinful and hung on the door frame. In the end, he did not even get into the ancestral grave. A landlord just ruined himself.

The Republic could not rub the landlord's sand in his eyes. When the Republic defeated the landlord class with great fanfare, my grandfather was penniless and was painted in the boundaries outside the landlord. From this perspective, the great master was very foresighted, but his final outcome was just a bit miserable. The great master's departure gave his grandfather a chance to be reborn, and he gloriously joined the organization. The organization would definitely not accept the descendants of a landlord. It should be noted here that the great master had died before the division was divided. Therefore, the organization accepted the grandfather's application and became a member of the organization, and followed the organization to do a grand career.

My grandfather's life seemed very meaningful to me. At least he handed over all his youth to the organization, and served as the branch secretary and brigade director in the Tao project. After a period of turbulent years, I heard from my grandmother that my grandfather was a very advanced person. Although he had not been to school for a day, he taught himself the writing and spoke on various occasions. But I think what my grandmother said was not detailed enough, because my grandfather still had many excellent qualities and did not tell me. In my impression, my grandfather not only had a revolutionary background, but also had the ability to know astronomy.

In my memory, my grandfather often holds an old almanac in his hand. He was ridiculed by the old man in our village and called "half immortals". Indeed, most of the things my grandfather said will be realized. Just a while ago, my third aunt recalled my grandfather in her circle of friends: She wrote that my grandfather once predicted when we had no phone, no TV, or even no electricity. One day in the future, we will definitely be able to speak thousands of miles away and never go out. Sure enough, all of these have been realized. Of course, my aunt's words are much more exciting than what I wrote, and I believe that it was said by my grandfather.

My relationship with my grandfather is very deep, and my grandfather is a reassurance in my heart. When my grandfather is there, he is my whole sky. With my grandfather, everything is not a problem. He also loves me very much and has always given me the hope of glorifying my ancestors, but I failed to realize my grandfather's expectations; time is not in love, it took my grandfather away. When my grandfather left, I was sadder than my father and others, and I cried very sadly, from the heart. For a long time, my dreams were full of grandfather's kind smile. Until now, when I think of my grandfather, I miss him very much, and it is still sad.
Chapter completed!