Today,I come upon a person whom I seem to be familiar with.But I believe that he can't be the person in my heart — my grandfather,who is now watching his later generations in the sky.Yes,he was gone and left us away forever.
My grandfather has six sons and twelve grandchildren.He was deprived with most of his sons for their self-concern.But he still loves them and their children.He always say to the children,"where are you going,baby?" or "why not have some earthnuts?" My kind grandfather,who often smiles,likes eating earthnuts while he drinking.
I couldn’t find that he can give our small feel the happiness he brought to us by happen until his death.That day,my father suddenly appeared in my class,and told the bad news.At once,tears rushed in my eyes I burst into tears.I didn't know what I can do after I returned my home seeing him laying the bed without expression.
He would pick up the cotton someone drops on the road and put them into his sons' poke of cotton; he would wait for his sons who are so busy with collecting plants standing at front of the house at night; he would give a bag of earthnuts when his grandchildren go to school.He would do many things if he can escape from the fearful career.
His love takes the pace of the hearts of sons and grandchildren like a small stream.He isn't great,but is the person I miss the most.