Childhood is like time, come and go in a hurry, how I remember it.
One morning before the winter vacation of the year before last, when I was still asleep, I was awakened by a knock on the door. I opened the door and found out that it was my uncle. Then he asked him what was wrong. He said, "your grandfather has died." At first, I couldn't believe it. Then my grandmother asked again, "is it true?" my uncle said seriously, "I have nothing to do with you. Why are you kidding me?" I was still dubious, thinking in my heart: when I went back to see my grandfather last time, my grandfather was not OK? How could he suddenly die? It must be a fake, so I went back with my brother and uncle.
After I saw the coffin in front of the living room, I couldn't see a red eye in the front of the coffin, so I couldn't see a good place in the front of the coffin. I couldn't see a red eye in the middle of the coffin I can't help but fall down, I think of the past when I went to school in my hometown, there was a test did not test well, the test paper was issued, I was very afraid that my grandfather would hit me, but he only said, "it doesn't matter if I don't do well this time, it's OK to do well next time." Remembering that my grandfather had delicious food for me. When my mother was not at home, my grandfather coaxed me and told me stories. I can't help crying, cousin and cousin face also hang a few tears, but comfort me: "don't cry, we understand your mood now." So I wiped my tears and said to myself, "although I didn't see my grandfather before he died, I must see him after he died." But I never saw it, and now I can only see the portrait of my grandfather.
Spring has passed, summer vacation has passed, autumn has passed, and winter vacation has come again, but my grandfather has gone forever. How much I miss him!