Essay: Grandma Accompanies My Growth
When I was a child, my parents went out to work, so I was sent to my grandmother's house. At that time, I thought my path of growth must be lonely, who ever thought ......
Another year March 3, kites flying all over the sky, holding my thoughts and memories, walking back to childhood. "I sat in the field, gazing fondly at the sky full of kites, but none of them belonged to me. In the evening, my grandmother sat in the weak light, holding a cloth in her left hand and a needle in her right, pushing her presbyopic glasses from time to time. My anxiety was born from the rusty and clumsy movements of my grandmother. Who would have thought that Grandma would turn out a kite for me the next day? In the bright sunshine, I ran in the field, Grandma trotted behind me, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I was able to spend one spring day after another with my grandmother, and I grew up quietly in the spring.
The sun was hot, I ran to my grandmother out of breath, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, took the bag in my hand, held my hand, and strolled under the hot sun. Our shadows were stretched out for a long, long time. Just like this, grandma accompanied me one hot summer after another, and I was slowly growing up. In the autumn, I just started elementary school, and the teacher informed us that there would be a parent-teacher conference, and every parent had to be there. No need to think, mom and dad would not be able to come back in time, so grandma had to hold the parent-teacher conference. In this way, Mom and Dad work outside the years, the fall they are always very busy, so every year in the fall the first parent-teacher conference is Grandma opened, with one after another parent-teacher conference curtains, I grew up year after year.
The cold wind howled, and the winter nights at Grandma's house were even colder. At night, Grandma always took me into her arms, trying to pass on what little warmth she had. Just like this, winter night after winter night passed, year after cold winter flew by, and I grew up step by step.
My whole childhood was spent at my grandmother's house, and my growth was accompanied by my grandmother, who made kites for me late at night, picked me up from school under the scorching sun, opened my parents' home without complaining, and gave me warmth in the winter
I grew up, but my grandmother grew old.