I often hope that time can stop at a certain moment, because I think many moments are beautiful. After school, I sat in the back seat of Xiaojie's bike. Car after car passed by and looked at the smoky sky. I hope time can stop here. In the second Chinese class in the afternoon, the teacher turned to write chalk on the blackboard, saw many blackboard books and sat in the quiet classroom. I hope time stays here. At midnight, I sat on the bed, and the orange light of the floor lamp hit my novel book, hoping that time could stay here. So many fragmentary moments, like the sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon, are warm, but fleeting and can't stay.

How many such moments will there be in a person's life? I hope every minute of the day is the warmth I want to keep! This warmth is like grandma's milk tea. The taste of milk tea is far away, and a lot of time has passed between grandma and me. I still remember sitting on the small balcony with my grandmother, who made me chocolate milk tea. In the winter afternoon, the sun was mild and cold. Grandma moved two chairs and sat with me in the sun for a long time. The weather is warm and sunny. Grandma talked to me, and I forgot everything she said, but I remember the taste of milk tea and I remember to eat it. In the beautiful winter, in the idle winter vacation, there is no strong sunshine, no strawberry rolls, no my favorite milk tea. Someone is patting the quilt outside. The thick Spring Festival celebrations have not yet dispersed, and firecrackers occasionally speak dully. Grandma's eyes are full of smiles, looking at her granddaughter, who is talking about the household things I have forgotten. I wish time could stay in that afternoon! Everything is so leisurely and the milk tea is so warm.

School started in a blink of an eye, and the calendar has been gone for almost three months. Grandma brought me a box of milk tea, including chocolate milk tea, original milk tea and taro milk tea. I live a busy school life again. I took home a thick exercise book at night, and I was tired of writing. I made myself a cup of chocolate milk tea. Hot milk tea smells good. After a while, the milk tea was hot, and I took a sip, as if everything had returned to that afternoon. At that time, it seemed that my grandmother never left me, and I never left my grandmother. It seems that I never left that afternoon and walked out of the warm sunshine. I think grandma must have washed her smile into my milk tea. She has warm milk tea in her hand.