But I think, I don't think what my grandpa Yu Xing said is reliable.,By the time grandfather was finished cooking in the kitchen that morning, grandmother would be up and there would always be a steaming hot meal laid out on the table. It wasn't always abundant, but it was always warm and inviting.,I will never forget, my once strong grandfather, with tears in his old eyes, sobbing and crying. He crouched for a long time beside Grandma's rocking chair. I will never forget my grandfather's hands, no longer young, tightly gripping Grandma's hand, which was gradually cooling and stiffening. At that moment, my grandfather cried like a child.。