At that moment, my world is spring blossoming.

When I was young, I didn't know what love was. When others gave me care, I ignored it. Until now, I realized that love.

The weather was overcast, and there was a drizzle. I called my mother to ask where she was. She said that she was at home and burned paper to her grandfather. Hanging up the phone, it seems to reproduce some scenes that were eight years ago. Grandpa is holding me and buying me a candied fruit. Because I lived in my family from birth, I lived with my grandfather for five years. When I remembered it, my grandfather gave me the impression that I was kind and amiable.

At that time, although the grandfather's family was not particularly wealthy, it was much better than the average family at that time. When I was young, I didn’t understand things. When I saw what I liked, I would buy it from my grandfather. If I didn’t buy it, I would cry. Grandpa wants to make me happy, buy anything for me. Mom always said next to him: "Dad, don't buy it for her, you keep it for yourself." Grandpa always laughs and doesn't answer.

I often hear from you that my grandfather doesn't like children, but I don't know why I am particularly fond of me. I think it may be because my mother is the most painful daughter of my grandfather. Every time my grandfather finishes his work, he is tired and breathless when he returns home. I will always go to the grandfather to let him protect him, and my grandfather will always pick me up to tell me stories.

At the end of my grandfather's cancer, I didn't know what was cancer at the time. But because I often can't see my grandfather, I thought he didn't like me and started to hate him. Knowing that when I was 11 years old, my mother took me to burn the paper to my grandfather and told me why my grandfather died: overworked and quacked. My mother also said that my grandfather still remembered me before he died. I stood in front of my grandfather's grave, and suddenly I was silent, only tears poured out like spring water. I looked at the photo on the grave, my grandfather's kind smile, I miss it, and I hate my own ignorance. I have been a grandfather for 6 years. I am at the grave of my grandfather and tell him: "I really miss you, grandpa, I am sorry." I only hope that my grandfather in heaven can hear my confession. Grandpa always loves me, I only knew it.

At that moment, my world spring blossoms.

"What's wrong." My friend called me, "Nothing." I just want to know how good my grandfather is here. Grandpa gave me a lot of motivation today, he made my world a warmer.

Henan Hongli School Junior Third: Du Jiaxin