"Fine Essays" was a wonderful time

Now, every time I go to my grandmother's house, I think of that good time.

When I was a child, my parents worked in the field, and my grandmother's house became my home. My daily thing is to play, and my grandmother's daily thing is to play with me and look after me.

There was a big locust tree in front of my grandmother's house, and I liked to climb up very much, preferring to climb up and pick a locust flower on my grandmother's head, but every time I climbed the tree, my grandmother ran over in a hurry and shouted, "Child, danger, you are still young, wait until you grow up." ”

Then immediately pick me up. I couldn't fulfill my wish, so I sat where I was, rolling and writhing and crying. At this time, as if she would "change" the trick, Grandma took a piece of sugar from her pocket, stuffed it into my mouth, and then carried me on her back and walked to the rape flower field.

The rape flower field is not far from my grandmother's house, which is my grandmother's favorite place to take me, and every time I cry, my grandmother carries me here, I will pick the rape flowers one by one, and then tie them up with a few grasses and give them to my grandmother. My grandmother laughed, and I stopped crying.

Later, when I reached the age of school, my parents took me from the countryside to the city, and the contact with my grandmother was much less, only at the New Year when I went back to my grandmother's house to live for a few days, somehow, in my dreams I often saw the canola flowers and the smiling face of my grandmother, once, I actually laughed out loud and woke myself up from the dream, 'Grandma' I silently read a sentence, that night, the tears could not help but wet the pillow.

Finally, one year of the Dragon Boat Festival, after I obtained the consent of my parents, I took the car to my grandmother's house, and as soon as I arrived, I went to climb the locust tree in front of the door, and my grandmother said busily: "Danger, wait until you are older." Hurriedly "dragged" me down from the tree, and stuffed a piece of sugar into my mouth, and took me to the direction of the rape flower field, but unfortunately the rape flower field was gone, it was replanted into a tree, I was a little disappointed, but I still smiled at my grandmother, and my grandmother also laughed, but I found that my grandmother's wrinkles were a lot more, I lowered my head, picked up a branch and handed it to my grandmother, and my grandmother said, when she is old, I can use this branch to hold her, not to get lost, my tears can no longer be held back, and flowed down wantonly...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, I was in the seventh grade, and I hadn't climbed the locust tree in front of my grandmother's house for a long time, and I didn't know if I still had that courage. I silently thought, if only my grandmother could always "hold" me down from the Locust Tree Mountain!

Locust trees, beautiful rape flowers, carry that wonderful time.

(Author: 7th Grade, Dongying District No.3 Middle School/Li Jiano)