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quietly to the ground in a gentle arc. Patches of golden color make the most beautiful embellishment for the cold streets. Gradually, the charm of autumn bees stronger. Autumn is ing again. When the maple leaf is red, it is the Double Ninth Festival. I set foot on the road to my hometown. The muddy path of the past. Now it is still very friendly, and the scenery along the road is still the same. I just feel more sad. Because things think of people, but things are different. Yes, the Double Ninth Festival inevitably reminds people of the people, things and everything in the past. It’s hard to avoid hurting people. Inadvertently, I think of my late ‘and dear grandpa. In the past, Grandpa’s laughter came back to my mind, which made my thoughts of him stronger in the autumn wind. A Double Ninth Festival a few years ago. Grandpa was still with us. He is a very lively and lovely “old child”, because he has an evergreen heart and a broad mind. His smile. He is so bright, clear and kind. Everything about him infects the people around him. But life, old age and death this irreversible natural law, after all, makes grandpa a thing of the past. It only leaves us memories like maple leaves, slowly falling down and weighing heavily on our hearts. The bright smile has been frozen since then. At that moment, I seemed to grow up, understand the joys and sorrows of the world, understand what family affection is, and understand that we in the world should cherish all this.