High school entrance examination full score essay: sad weekend (lost is lost, never come back)

When we finished the last homework problem, the class teacher suddenly announced: Tomorrow weekend, holidays! The whole class immediately cheered and cheered. I suddenly remember that since entering junior high school, I have been immersed in intense study all day, and I rarely have my own weekends.

I decided to take advantage of this weekend's holiday time to go back to the countryside to see my grandmother, who had been away for a long time.

When I got to My Grandmother's old mansion, I gently pushed open the firewood door. Grandma was cooking on the fire, and when she heard the sound, she sighed, and when she saw it was me, she showed unexpected joy, and a smile appeared on her wrinkled face. Grandma, dressed in coarse cloth pants, looked short and thin, and walked upside down, as if a gust of wind would blow her down. Grandma is still so simple, but the person is much older.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I suddenly realized that I hadn't seen her in years. The two families are not too far apart, my parents and I live in the county town, and my grandmother lives in the countryside. Grandma's legs and feet are inconvenient, rarely come to my house, her parents once asked her to live in my house, but Grandma always felt that the old house is good, living for decades, how unwilling to leave.

Sitting next to my grandmother, seeing my grandmother's full of white hair, my heart grew a little inexplicable sour, since I went to school in the county, I have lost my childhood attachment to her, so that I have not seen each other much for several years. Looking at the bright and dim embers in the hearth, I suddenly picked up the feelings of childhood, when we sat around the stove, and my grandmother always loved to tell us stories while baking sweet potatoes for us to eat. She put two sweet potatoes under the fire, touched them with her hands from time to time, and when the roast was soft, she gently peeled them off and gave us a long lick to eat. For this reason, my siblings and I often fought over sweet potatoes

Today, the sweet potatoes are still so sweet, but there is no one around except me and my grandmother. The evening breeze blows up the past of childhood, and there is no longer the joy and happiness of childhood. To be lost is to be lost, and never to be able to come back. I looked up at the sky, and my heart was full of sorrow and loss.

It was a sad weekend.