leaving next week

I have been planning to go to Canada since the beginning of last year, and I will finally set off next week. A few days ago, my roommates suddenly released pigeons. I was faced with the dilemma of sleeping on the street. Fortunately, I finally settled a room again. Although I don’t know the specific situation, at least I am not so worried.

The holiday starts at the end of June. The class I took will be promoted to junior high school in September. The admission notice will be issued in the afternoon. I hope we can all make progress in the new semester.

This holiday, I go back to my grandma's house more often. I feel that my grandparents have suddenly become old this year, and they have become weaker and less hungry. I still remember one day in early August, when I went back, I met my grandfather in the alley by the door. He was wearing a linen shirt, because that day my cousin also went back, so he went to the market to buy fried chicken. Don't you know that the cousin who talks about losing weight is still keen on high-calorie foods like fried chicken? But for more than 20 years, my grandparents have always been like this. Banpo East Street, Yangshi Street, every store wants us to try it.

The weather was good that day. The extremely hot days have passed. The cloudy weather brought some coolness. Grandpa also saw me coming from a distance. He stopped and pursed his lips. It has to take some time to get used to) He just stood there like that, the clothes and trousers bought a few years ago have grown larger and hung loosely on his body, he is really much older, such an expression, I have only seen it on other old people seen. He just stood there, pursed his lips, and asked me how I got here. "Ride a bike." After saying that, he refused my company and walked to the street by himself.

Conversations like this are practically pointless because every time I go back I ride my bike. But if you don't say that, what else are you going to say? Sometimes there are many people going back, and the table is lively, but after listening to it, it is just a few words repeated over and over again. I remember when I was in college, I called my grandparents every day. Later, it became once every two days, once every five days, and once a week. Gradually, once a week or two became superfluous. The distance in time and space brings an unavoidable sense of remoteness, and we will never be as close and empathetic as we were when we were children. A few months ago, the puppy raised by my grandparents passed away. The day the puppy left, we just went back, and when we asked, grandma couldn't help crying. And I actually didn't like this spoiled dog, and I didn't even know how to say comforting words for a while.