A group of dark people walked silently, and the air was filled with sadness. My heart is heavy. Grandma's friend passed away. At that time, I was still young and didn't know what death was, but when I got there and saw people crying, a kind of fear suddenly came out of my heart: Will grandma suddenly disappear one day like her? I nervously tugged at grandma's skirt. Grandma looked at me, held my hand tightly, smiled at me and said softly, "Be good, don't be afraid, grandma is here." This sentence is not loud, but it carries a lot of weight, which immediately reassured me. I looked up at my grandmother, trying to find some comfort from her smile. I saw a strong smile and a tear that seemed to be inadvertently erased.
This smile seems to have been seen somewhere. I still sit at the window and look at the clouds in the sky.
A quiet lake, the banyan tree standing upright by the lake, the lazy grandfather lying on the bamboo chair, I squatted aside and dug hard. Occasionally, I looked up and saw an unspeakable smile on my grandfather's face, as if remembering, remembering. My grandfather's face is covered with fine wrinkles, but all these wrinkles radiate happiness. I watched quietly and suddenly felt how warm the picture in front of me was. Grandpa seemed to feel my gaze and raised a shallow arc around his mouth. Grandpa said, "Have you had enough fun? Go, go home. " Say that finish, I put away the bamboo chair and took my hand. The broken sunset makes my grandfather and I have a very long and narrow shadow.
This smile seems to have been seen somewhere, I thought quietly, and I couldn't help frowning.
Just as I was thinking hard, a bowl of porridge was handed to me. I looked up and looked at grandma's smiling cheek. I saw her smiling. I suddenly realized that this is the smile I want to capture. "Grandma," I said softly. "Come on, drink the porridge first, and grandma will make you something to eat." There is a soft light in grandma's eyes, which I have never found before. There is kindness and love in her smile. I read the smile on grandma's face-this is the purest love for me.
These beautiful pictures, like running water, poured out of the gate of my memory together and scattered in the sunset outside the window, which I can't tell clearly.