Watching the sun change from the sunshine of dawn to the afterglow of sunset, a warm orange faded from my eyes. Finally, at the corner of the path, there was a cane chair, a pot of hot tea, a red table, and two old people with gray temples. Everything is the same, but it will always be the scenery I miss most.

The yard was renovated by grandpa, and a small piece of land in front of the yard was kept in good order, with all kinds of fruits and vegetables. Although it is winter, it can still supply a steady stream of green food. I saw that the courtyard wall was painted again, and the old spots on the white wall were paved with red bricks.

A door naturally changes. I was about to knock at the door, but I habitually pushed it in. It never occurred to me that the door would open automatically. It turned out that the door was unlocked. I think this is right. Grandma's door has been changed one after another, from wooden door to solid stainless steel door. The door is getting better and better, but it has never been really closed. Every time I advised grandma to close the door, she agreed, but every time I came home, I found the door was still left unlocked.

Think of the past, about this time, my home is very close to my grandmother's house. One noon, I decided to leave for my grandmother's house before my parents came home. The short journey is fast and urgent. On the way, I secretly wondered what delicious food Grandma had prepared. But when I arrived, I could only stand stupefied and found that the door with the red couplets was closed. As soon as I saw it, I called my grandparents, but no one in the room responded. I had to wait gloomily, pacing back and forth on the wall. When I counted several grasses in the corner and beside them, my grandparents had not come back yet. So when I lose my temper, I just sit on the ground with nothing in mind. When grandma's figure grew bigger and bigger from the ridge not far away, she rushed forward excitedly, but her legs were numb and she fell back to the ground. Grandma saw me in a small corner by the door and quickly put down her farm tools. Scold me with distress, and I didn't know to enter the house in such a cold day. I cried with a loud cry, so wronged that I didn't even say an excuse. Grandma was at a loss: "you child, this door is not closed." Just push it and it will open. I am afraid that the little darling will come and grandma's door will not be closed. "

When I pulled it out of my memory, I found that my heart was warm. Yes, when did grandma's door close?

Walking quickly into the back room, a fragrant smell came to the sight, and the lights overhead reflected in their eyebrows, engraved with the years that could not be hidden, and grew old day by day. The door outside the house is still unlocked. I don't know how many times its owner has waited in the twilight, waiting for this door to be pushed open, waiting for us big children and children to go home, go home and see them, and see this place called home. They have been waiting, the tea is cold, it is dark, and the door is still left unlocked. ...