Writing ideas: You can write "Worth Encountering", about the first time you met your great-grandfather when you were 6 years old. With such an encounter, your great-grandfather entered your life.

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When I was 6 years old, my great-grandfather came into my life. That was the first time we met.

When I first met him, I still remember hiding behind my mother, secretly afraid of the old man in front of me - a haggard old man. He wore a white undershirt and a pair of shorts. Although the clothes were thin, they still looked too big for his figure. He was like a ghost. His hands and legs carrying the bamboo pole seemed to have no contact with the clothes, and a gust of wind seemed to blow them away.

His face seemed to be a corpse, with only a layer of skin covering the bones. The eyes are sunken and the hair is sparse. I didn't dare to look anymore and hid behind my mother. My mother gently pushed me in front of my great-grandfather and said solemnly: "Please spend time with your great-grandfather. You will never have such an opportunity again."

I didn't understand what he meant. Stare at me. I couldn't help but tremble: "You are so scary!"

My parents became nervous, fearing that he would be angry. But after two seconds, he suddenly laughed, and the hearty laughter didn't seem to come from his mouth.

"This boy!" He laughed. So he took me and took me to his ancestral house in the countryside where he lived.

There is a bamboo forest outside the ancestral house. When the sun was shining, he would often wear that white sweatshirt and take me to play in the bamboo forest. The sunlight passed through the gaps and formed many light pillars. I used my abundant imagination in childhood to make this place a paradise. My great-grandfather was always not far away from me, not disturbing my play, and always watching over me. Whenever I almost fall, he will immediately hug me with his hands. That hand was strong and firm, and I was amazed at the amazing energy that that frail body could unleash. More often than not, when I get tired of playing, I stand and he sits. Relatively silent, but very warm.

He is a taciturn old man who only likes to look at the sky without moving. I asked him: Is there anything good to see in the sky? He thought for a long time and muttered silently: "I'll know it soon..."

I can't remember the day when I was picked up from the solemn ancestral house in the countryside. When my parents came to pick me up, their expressions were solemn. My great-grandfather didn’t come to see me off either. He just said, “Let’s go quickly.” With an order, I was kicked out. I'm confused, confused, and angry. I was thinking to myself, why are you driving me away...? I never saw my great-grandfather again.

Now I know that at that time, he was already in his twilight years and about to die. When he was dying, he asked to see his great-grandson. Unexpectedly, he spent some time with me in the countryside, struggling to escape from death in the name of love. But he finally left, leaving only an unfinished bond and a separation of life and death.

So what? Thank you for the summer when I was six years old, and thank you for the bamboo forest.

Although meeting him means the pain of parting, I still want to say: "Meeting him is worth it!"