I can't remember it.

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

In the evening, we finished our meal and listened to my grandmother: "There was a grandfather who died, his lover.

Cried straight. "I listened to what she said, so I am so touched. I don't know who the neighbor's grandfather is. I want to see it."

Look up, look up at the clock hanging on the wall, more than 7 o'clock, I think, tomorrow, let's go see the neighbor's grandfather

Let's go.

At noon, after I finished my meal, I went to see my neighbor’s grandfather with my grandmother. Grandma took me here.

I used to play here when I was young, because they moved to live in the town, so my little friends liked it.

Play here.

My grandmother took me into the neighbor's grandfather. In fact, I was very scared. Think about what Grandpa is.

Look, I only look at Grandpa’s photo, I feel like I’m familiar, but I can’t remember it.

His lover, I seem to have seen her somewhere, still can't remember.

Fifth grade: lonely child paper