Author: Chen Yu-Chen 陳禹辰
As I grew up, there were two people who always accompanied me quietly, giving me endless warmth and care, that was my grandpa and grandma. Although I do not live with them on a daily basis and only return to visit during holidays, every reunion is, to me, an especially precious memory.
Whenever a holiday arrives, the thing I look forward to most is going back to my grandparents’ home. That familiar little house may not have luxurious decorations, but it is filled with the feeling of home. As soon as I step through the door, Grandma always greets me with a smile, her voice full of joy: “Oh! My precious grandchild is back!” She eagerly pulls me into the kitchen and brings out the dishes she has already prepared. They are her specialty home-style dishes; simple, yet filled with deep love. Grandpa, on the other hand, sits in the living room watching television, pretending to ask casually, “Have you been behaving lately?” But I know that he has already been waiting for my return.
The moments I enjoy the most are when Grandpa and Grandma take me out to have fun. During holidays, they often drive that old little car and bring me to the countryside, the seaside, or the night market. Along the way, Grandpa hums old songs, while Grandma laughs and corrects the parts he sings incorrectly. The scenery outside the window passes by one frame after another, and the car is filled with laughter. That image is still deeply engraved in my heart.
Once, our whole family went up to the mountains to soak in hot springs. Grandpa boldly declared himself a “mountain warrior,” but after soaking for only a few minutes, he shouted that the water was too hot, making Grandma laugh so hard that the corners of her eyes wrinkled. I sat nearby, watching them bicker and care for each other, and felt that it was the happiest scene in the world. On the way back, Grandma leaned against Grandpa’s shoulder and dozed off, while the afterglow of the sunset bathed them in warm light. At that moment, I felt the gentleness of home and the quiet beauty of time.
As I gradually grew older, the number of times I went back became fewer and fewer. Schoolwork, activities, and friends took up most of my time. Yet every time I did return, Grandma would still prepare a table full of dishes, and Grandpa would still pretend not to care, but would already be waiting at the door early. I only began to notice that their backs seemed more bent than before, and their movements much slower. It was then that I truly felt the passage of time.
One time when I went home, I saw Grandpa wearing reading glasses, quietly flipping through an old photo album. Inside were photos of us traveling together; him smiling brightly, me making a peace sign, and Grandma beside us, smiling with her eyes narrowed into slits. Grandpa looked at the photos and said with a smile, “That day you even ate three ice pops!” At that moment, my nose stung, and an indescribable emotion welled up in my heart.
Grandma was still busy fussing over things, not forgetting to stuff a pile of snacks into my bag to take with me. She always says, “The food outside isn’t healthy. What Grandma prepares herself is better.” Although I say it’s too much, my heart is filled with warmth. Those small packets of biscuits and fruit are like extensions of her love, allowing me to feel their care even after I leave home.
Late at night, I often think back to those times spent traveling with Grandpa and Grandma, driving around, enjoying night views, eating at roadside stalls, listening to the sounds of insects. Those were the simplest and happiest memories of my childhood. Even as the years pass, that sense of happiness remains as clear as ever.
Now I understand that time will not stop for anyone. The love of Grandpa and Grandma may be simple, but it is the deepest source of support. I remind myself to go back and visit them more often, because companionship is the most precious gift. Perhaps in the future they will no longer be able to drive me out to play, but the days I spent with them have already become the most treasured treasures of my life.
The memories that belong to Grandpa, Grandma, and me are like a warm lamp. No matter where I go, they quietly glow in my heart, reminding me that love should be cherished in time, and memories will always live on in the heart.
在我成長的過程中，有兩個人總是默默地陪伴在我身邊，給我無限的溫暖與關懷——那就是
我的阿公和阿嬤。雖然我平時並沒有和他們住在一起，只有放假時才會回去看他們，但每一
次的相聚，對我而言，都是彌足珍貴的回憶。
每當假期一到，我最期待的事情，就是回阿公阿嬤家。那棟熟悉的小房子，雖然沒有華麗的裝
潢，卻充滿了家的味道。剛踏進門，阿嬤總會笑著迎上來，語氣中帶著滿滿的喜悅：「哎呀，我
的寶貝孫回來了！」她總是迫不及待地拉我進廚房，端出早已準備好的菜餚。那是她最拿手的
幾道家常菜，雖然簡單，卻充滿濃濃的愛心。阿公則坐在客廳裡，一邊看電視、一邊假裝不經
意地問：「最近有沒有乖？」但我知道，他早就在等我回來。
我最喜歡的時光，就是和阿公阿嬤一起出去玩。放假的時候，他們常會開著那輛老舊的小車，
帶我去郊外、海邊或夜市。一路上，阿公總會哼著老歌，阿嬤則在旁邊笑著糾正他唱錯的地
方。窗外的風景一幕幕掠過，車內充滿笑聲，那樣的畫面至今仍深深刻在我的心中。
有一次，我們全家一起去山上泡溫泉。阿公豪氣地說自己是「山中勇士」，結果才泡幾分鐘就喊
太燙，逗得阿嬤哈哈大笑，笑到眼角都皺了起來。我坐在一旁，看著他們鬥嘴、互相關心的樣
子，覺得那是世界上最幸福的畫面。回程的時候，阿嬤靠在阿公肩上打瞌睡，而夕陽的餘暉灑
在他們身上，那一刻，我感受到家的溫柔與時間的靜好。
隨著我慢慢長大，回去的次數漸漸變少了。功課、活動、朋友，佔據了我的時間，但每當我再回
去時，阿嬤依然會準備滿滿一桌菜，阿公依然會假裝不在意，卻早早在門口等我。只是，我發
現他們的背影似乎比以前更彎了，動作也慢了許多。那一刻，我才真正體會到時間的流逝。
有一次回家，我看見阿公戴著老花眼鏡，靜靜地翻看以前的相簿。那裡面有我們一起出遊的照
片——他笑得燦爛、我比著剪刀手、阿嬤在旁邊笑得眼睛瞇成一條線。阿公看著照片，笑著對
我說：「那天你還吃了三支冰棒呢！」那一瞬間，我的鼻頭有點酸，心裡湧上一股說不出的感
動。
阿嬤依舊忙著張羅，不忘塞一堆零食給我帶走。她總說：「外面的東西不健康，阿嬤自己準備的
比較好。」我雖然嘴上說太多了，但心裡卻充滿溫暖。那些小包的餅乾、水果，像是她愛的延伸
，讓我即使離開家，也能感受到他們的牽掛。
每當夜深人靜時，我常常會想起那些與阿公阿嬤一起出遊的時光——開車兜風、看夜景、吃路
邊攤、聽蟲鳴。那是我童年最單純、最快樂的回憶。即使歲月流轉，那份幸福的感覺依然清晰
如初。
如今，我明白時間不會為任何人停留。阿公阿嬤的愛，雖然樸實，卻是最深沉的依靠。我告訴
自己，要多回去看看他們，因為陪伴是最珍貴的禮物。也許未來他們不再能開車帶我出去玩，
但那些與他們共度的日子，早已成為我生命中最珍貴的寶藏。
那份屬於阿公、阿嬤與我的回憶，就像一盞溫暖的燈，無論我走到哪裡，都在心底默默閃爍，
提醒著我：愛要及時，回憶永在心中。