童年就像时光一样，来也匆匆，去也匆匆，我是多么的留念啊。
前年寒假还没到十天的某一天早上，我还在睡梦中就被敲门声吵醒了，我开门一看，原来是我大舅，然后问他有什么事吗，大舅说：“你外公去世了。”起初我不敢相信，后来奶奶又问：“是真的吗?”大舅严肃的说：“我没事干嘛跟你们开这种玩笑啊。”我还是半信半疑，在心里想着：我上次回去看外公的时候外公不是好好的吗?怎么就会突然去世了呢?肯定是假的，于是我同弟弟和大舅一起回去了。
回去了之后，我看见他们每个人的眼睛都是红红的，好像刚哭过，于是我赶紧跑进屋里去看，只见客厅正中间的两个凳子上放着一口棺材，棺材前面的桌子上放着外公的照片，这让我想起了外公活着时候睡得床就不怎么好，去世了以后睡的地方也不怎么好，眼泪就情不自禁的落了下来，我想起了以前我在老家上学的时候，有一次考试没考好，试卷发了下来，我非常害怕外公会打我，他却只说了，“这次没考好没关系，下次考好就行了。”想起了外公有好吃的都留给我，妈妈不在家的时候，外公还哄我，给我讲故事。我不禁哭出了声，表哥和表妹脸上也挂着几颗泪珠却安慰我道：“别哭了，我们理解你现在的心情。”于是我擦擦眼泪，我对自己说：“虽然外公去世之前我没有见到他，但是他去世之后，我一定要见见。”可是我却始终没有见到，而如今我却只能看外公的遗像了。
春天过去了，暑假过去了，秋天过去了，寒假又来了，可是外公却一去不复返了，我是多么的想念他啊!
英文版：
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!
