Cold autumn

My hometown is on the banks of the beautiful Jinsha River, where the seasons are like spring. But I felt a very cold this fall.

When I was a child, I was very ignorant. I heard that when I was dead, I was able to go to heaven. So I wandered around my grandmother every day and asked, "Where is the person going to die? Is it going to heaven? What is heaven like?" I laughed and said to me: "If a person dies as a lamp, if a person dies, nothing will be done. How can he go to heaven? Silly boy." But I don't believe it, said a grandmother with a small face and a reluctant grandmother: " When you arrive in heaven one day, you will believe that what I said is true. At that time, you must come to the dream and tell me what heaven is like." Grandma knew but I had no choice but to nod.

Grandma is a very ordinary person, tall and thin. From the slightly curved back, she can read how much responsibility she has suffered when she was young. Her weather-beaten face has been covered with wrinkles, but she always smiles. The silver hair of the head fell with a trace of time, the old leaves like autumn, her hands are rough, people can not tell whether it is a hand or a bark.

Grandma is very hardworking, getting up early every day, not cutting grass or cutting wood, no moment to stop. Even when I arrived at my home, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t sweep the floor or go to the fields to see the crops. I asked my mother: "Why doesn't the grandmother take a break to work so hard?" Mom said: "Your grandmother has been used to it since childhood. Now that she is living well, she can't help herself." I couldn't help but feel a little pity. . So every time my grandmother came to my house, I would pull her to see my homework. Although her grandmother couldn't read, she was still meticulously watching, and her eyes shone with the desired light, as if she had seen my future from the line. I think maybe only my study can stop her from rushing and take a break.

Grandma is very concerned about me. Every time I come to my house, I bring a lot of snacks. The one I like most is the apple I planted by myself. Every time I go to my grandmother's house, I will play under the apple tree in the yard and hang on the autumn tree. With a red apple, I will climb to the tree and eat enough. When she was discovered by her grandmother, she would pretend to be angry and said, "You are a little serval." I understood the meaning of my grandmother, and then naughtyly ran away with her. When I arrived this summer, I was doing the dream of eating apples, but when the fall arrived, I couldn’t eat the apples that my grandmother had picked up. On the cold autumn morning, my grandmother walked peacefully in the bursts of apple fragrance and left us forever.

Holding the apple of the grandmother, biting it, it is bitter. Before, the apple was very sweet, full of the love of the grandmother to me; now the apple carries the endless thoughts of my grandmother.

My grandmother is gone, my world is raining, and my heart is broken by drop. This autumn is cool, but I feel very cold.

The first day of Yuli Middle School, Yongsheng County, Lijiang, Yunnan: Wang Hongli