I was born in Sing Tao, Southeast Asia, and lived with my grandfather since childhood. When my grandfather was young, he read a lot of classics, history and poems. He was good at painting and calligraphy, and he was famous in Sing Tao literature. When I was very young, my grandfather used to hold me in a pear-blossom chair and taught me to read Tang poetry and Song poetry over and over again. Every time I read a sentence like "Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more every festive season", "Spring grass turns green, my friend's prince, and you?" And "flying freely is as light as a dream and endless rain is as thin as sorrow", there are always two cold tears falling on my cheeks and the back of my hand. At this time, I will clap my hands and laugh: "Grandpa is crying! Grandpa cried! " The old man always shook his head, sighed long and said, "Yinger, you are too young to understand!" " "

There are many antiques in my grandfather's house. I fiddle with it occasionally, and the old man doesn't care much. Only the one in the study, the meme map, which he cherishes so much that his family can't touch it. When I was five years old, I went back to my study to play, and accidentally left a dirty handprint on it. My grandfather immediately pulled down his face. For the first time in my life, I heard him reprimand my mother: "Children should be disciplined. Has this innocent plum blossom been defiled? " After the training, he gently scraped off the stains with a safety knife and then slowly wiped them off with fine silk. Seeing my kind grandfather lose his temper, I was afraid and surprised: what's so rare about a plum blossom?

One day, my mother suddenly said to me, "Yinger, we are going back to Tangshan!" " "

"Why do you want to go back?"

"That is our motherland!"

Oh! Is the motherland like a golden rooster on that map? Is that the land of the Yangtze River, Yellow River and Wan Li Great Wall? I cheered and my little heart was filled with joy.

However, I immediately thought of my grandfather, my dear grandfather. I asked my mother, "Is Grandpa leaving?"

"Grandpa is too old ..."

I ran into grandpa's study, and the old man was lying on the rattan sofa. I said: "Grandpa, low eyebrow also go back to the motherland!" " "

I didn't expect grandpa to cry like a child. ...

On the morning before he left, grandpa got up early, called me to the study and solemnly handed me a roll wrapped in white Hangzhou silk. I opened it and found it was Mo Mei. I said, "Grandpa, isn't this your most precious painting?"

"Yes, Yinger, you should keep it well! This plum blossom is the most famous flower in China. The flowers next to her bloom in spring, but she is different. The colder the weather, the more the wind deceives the snow, the more energetic and delicate it blooms. She has the most character, soul and backbone! For thousands of years, our Chinese nation has produced many upright people. No matter how many hardships they have experienced and how much bullying they have suffered, they have always held their heads high and refused to bow their heads. They are like this plum blossom. A China person, no matter what the situation, always has the nature of plum blossom! "

The day I returned to China was New Year's Day. Although there is no such thing as deep winter in the tropics, the weather in1February is chilly after all. Grandpa sent us to the dock. The wind from the equator messed up the old man's tidy silver hair on weekdays, and I think grandpa has aged a lot.

The ship was about to leave, so my mother had to make a determined effort to pull me on the big passenger ship. Unexpectedly, my tearful grandfather got on the boat and handed me a handkerchief-a white linen embroidered with blood plum blossoms.

How many years have passed, every time I see this plum blossom picture and grandpa's handkerchief collection, I feel that it is not just a flower, but also an overseas Chinese old man in a foreign country.