The cattail leaf fan lay quietly on the shabby bench, glowing under the dim light. I can't live without it in midsummer, bringing cool breeze and happy childhood.

The cicadas chirp in midsummer, and the sunshine is just so poetic. I was stunned by the heat wave, which burned me to death. My clothes were soaked with sweat. The clothes stuck to my skin and wrapped around my whole body. My heart felt like it was surrounded, and I couldn't breathe due to the sweltering heat.

At this moment, a gust of cool wind blew gently. It was grandpa. His hands were thin and strong, like a magic heat wave with full firepower, like a defeated soldier, escaping without a trace. At this time, the cool breeze, the chirping of cicadas became the most moving music, slowly surrounding me in a refreshing little world. The midsummer evening is like a love letter, warm and subtle.

I was watching a cartoon and turned to look at my grandpa. He was waving his cattail fan like a conductor playing music. He was a little strict, and his dead tree-like arms drew graceful lone lines in the air. His expression was full of seriousness. , treat it with full attention like a rare treasure.

Soon, sweat broke out on my grandpa’s head. I pushed the cattail leaf fan towards him. He grinned and said in a rough and resonant voice, “You are such a little kid, but you still know how to honor grandpa!” Grandpa laughed, his face The wrinkles on my face were even deeper, like old tree roots. I couldn't help but laugh. He stroked my hair with his calloused hands. The happy laughter of my ancestors and grandchildren filled the air with a wisp of green smoke.

The cattail leaf fan and the person fanning it accompanied me in my childhood. It also decorates my dreams.

This summer vacation, when I came to my grandpa’s house, I no longer heard the loud laughter and the lovely old man lying on the rocking chair outside the door. The heavy academic work left me no time to take care of it, and I only felt stuffy and irritable. Suddenly a gust of cold wind rushed in, and I looked at the yellowing cattail leaf in my hand, which was as dry as tree bark. Grandpa was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hair dyed white by the years. In addition to the vicissitudes of life and a ray of kindness in his eyes, I suppressed the memories of my childhood and rushed into my mind. Maybe it was because of the hot weather, and his eyes were filled with tears. Sweat.

The green mountains clear the eyes, and the flowing water calms the mind. Ordinary love is refreshing

Grandpa built a castle with that cattail leaf fan. In this castle there is a cool evening breeze, a happy young man and a kind old man.