As time flies, I didn't realize that I had entered the middle of summer. I can't forget that he was an old man who lived in Taiwan. His name was Qian Liangcai. He was a classmate of my grandfather's daily correspondence, and he was also a forgotten friend of mine.
As early as 2000, Grandpa Qian was not yet eighty years old, and I was in primary school. In the eight years since then, we have written to each other, pondered each other's poems several times and discussed our lives countless times, but we have never had a drink with each other. I would like to tell him everything about my study, family and life. From him, I learned to be tolerant and to be a person who is always grateful!
I like to study history and literature, and I prefer movies and music. Although Grandpa Qian is over eighty years old, he is still knowledgeable and memorized. He can remember clearly the old mandarin songs and movies I said. Once he even encouraged me to write a continuation of the TV series "Qiushui Yi people" to communicate with him, and I always got a kind of spiritual happiness and mental promotion. Gradually, I made up my mind that he was the one I must see.
I like collecting stamps. Grandpa Qian always sends me the stamps I send and the stamps he accumulates on weekdays, and sometimes specially buys special stamps for me. Once, Grandpa Qian gave me an envelope covered with three round stamps, which were very beautiful. After I accidentally tore it, I mentioned a few words in my reply. A week later, I received a pouch with three stamps. There was a small note in the pouch showing the little grandson: the stamp you said last time was broken. It doesn't matter. I'll make it up for you again. Don't blame myself. Once again, his letter suddenly brought a lot of precious Republic paper money, 5 yuan printed by Lin Sen, 10 yuan printed by Jiang Chiang Kai-shek, the letter said: today, I went back to the old house where Grandma Qian and I lived, the house has been scattered, and there has been no human habitation for decades. I saw a wallet on the ground. it was very old, but I was curious to open it. Suddenly I saw that there were ten whole pieces of banknotes in the wallet since 1991. It is estimated that there are not many in the market now. Grandma Qian wants to have a relationship with you. I'm afraid if I lose it, I might as well divide it into two times. Send five this time and five more next time.
Grandpa Qian once described in his letter: before graduating from Zhejiang Yingshi University, my fiancee and I sang Zheng Banqiao's lsquo; love song & rsquo;, more than half a century ago. When I think of this, I think of my youth again. Banqiao's ten love poems are the love of my love. Can the little grandson see if they are sold in Qingdao? I went to many bookstores in Kaohsiung, but I couldn't get what I wanted. At that time, in order to satisfy his wish, I went to all the large and small bookstores in the island city, and finally got what I wanted. Grandpa Qian wrote many articles about his feelings for this.
Grandpa Qian and I both like calligraphy. Once I sent the words I wrote in the past: Mo Tao Sangyu evening, Hongxia is still full of sky. Grandpa Qian replied that he had written very well and hoped that every letter in the future would receive my calligraphy to see if I had made any progress. From then on, there must be a few philosophical quotes in every letter I sent him. At the same time, he also sent me what he wrote. A few months later, I received his "Datong Song" and "Bad House inscription" and two copies of Li Ruiqing and Zhao Zhiqian's calligraphy written by Xiao Zhuan, and wrote: I have copied it ten times, but I am still not satisfied, and I am reluctant to give up. If the little grandson likes it, frame it. I'm sure he has some feelings about his limited future. Soon after, when I heard the news of his death, my eyes glazed over and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I always wish I could drag him back to the green field from the brink of death.
Although the three links between the two sides of the strait were not realized at that time, facing each other across the sea was not lonely. in addition to the exchange of letters, we occasionally made overseas phone calls to express our feelings to each other. He promised me that as long as conditions permit, he would visit relatives in the mainland every year, and it would be a dream to return to Yangzhou to return to his roots.
I firmly believe that this fallen leaf will return to its native land one day.
(the author is a school student, born in the post-90s.)
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