Love is like a breeze in the spring, caressing your face, but not waiting for you to realize it, it gently drifted away. In my life, my favorite relatives is my grandmother, she gave me the world's most benevolent love, let me do not know how to thank. Spring is here, the grass pokes its head out of the ground, the park is full of colorful flowers, beautiful. My grandmother, who loved square dancing, woke me up from my sleep every morning. Asked me to accompany her to the park to dance with her, she said this can exercise. Come to the park, there have been a lot of old grandparents in the square dance. Whenever I am tired of dancing, I go to the bench next to sit down to rest, well, grandma is still dancing. After jumping tired, they came over to play with me, chatting. Looking at the green grass on the ground, grandma smiled and said to me: child, you see the grass poking its head out of the ground, green, wildfire can't be burned, the spring breeze blows and grows again. Grandma hopes that you can also be like these grasses, no matter how big difficulties you encounter, you have to work hard to figure out how to overcome them, and be a useful person in the future. I was still young and didn't know why grandma told me this, after that grandma told me a lot of stories, I fell asleep on her lap, and finally grandma carried me back home.
On one occasion, Grandma got very sick, and she didn't wake up after this illness. I cried out all night, gripping my grandmother's hand tightly, tears dripping onto her hand. When I grew up, I came to that familiar park again, everything remained the same, it was springtime, and just like before, it was filled with many people. I sat on a bench and watched the old grandpas and grandmas dancing. But I couldn't see my grandmother's familiar figure. The only thing I had was thoughts. When I saw the grass, I remembered what my grandma said to me at that time, grandma, I will not let you down. A dozen springs and autumns have passed, and everything is just like before. And only you - grandmother, the love for me drifted away with the wind, never to return. So we have to learn to cherish, how much love can be repeated.