The autumn wind is lighter than the Buddha, Gui Xiang remains the same, and the fields and paths are covered with fallen leaves. White clouds are floating high in the blue sky, and the silhouette of love emerges in front of my eyes. Only now, people are gone, but love can't be forgotten. Standing in front of the iron gate with faded Spring Festival couplets, the looming "family reunion" stung my eyes. Just want to ask you: "Grandma, will you remember me in heaven?"

When I was five years old, I returned to my hometown and lived there for a year. The first time I went to the countryside, I cried "wow", which was broken and rotten. The place to relieve myself is just a deep and big pit, and there are only two big kang in the room. My parents asked me to stay with my grandmother for a while, and then I left.

At first, I hated it. It's so cold in winter that I have to wear several layers of cotton-padded clothes. Summer is coming, flies and mosquitoes are flying around, and grandma doesn't know what to do. She hugged me and kept coaxing me. In fact, at that time, I was already the most envied person in the village. I drank the rarest milk there, ate the roast chicken my grandmother bought ten miles away, wore the best clothes and shoes, and played with the puzzles and toy trains my father brought back. These are beyond the reach of rural children, but I am still not satisfied. I constantly dislike this and that every day, always losing my temper with my grandmother, complaining that the TV signal is too poor and the kang is too hard to sleep ... but all unruly waywardness is borne by my grandmother without regrets. She never loses her temper with me. She just hugs me and sits on a stool when I cry or miss my parents, coaxing me not to cry. She is partial to me. Every time my uncle brings spareribs from town, she cooks them with water and adds some vinegar to me. The taste is not good at all, but I didn't know that grandma didn't move a chopstick, and she deliberately coaxed the greedy little brother away and kept it for me to eat. ...

Gradually, gradually, I found that living in the countryside with my grandmother also had some fun.

On summer nights, I often go to catch fireflies on the hillside covered with weeds with the children next door after dinner. After eight o'clock, it was already dark, and the hillside only echoed with the ringing cicadas and our laughter until grandma limped up to me with a lantern and took me home. It's just that I'm too headstrong to follow the right path, and grandma can't beat me, so I have to lead me slowly and carefully. Moonlight shines on the bumpy road, and cicadas are still chirping, as if the naughty little girl led by grandma is all she has.

Autumn, the most beautiful season, is full of osmanthus trees, and the fragrance floats ten miles. On a full moon night, the stars are scattered. At this time, grandma will make me a sweet Osmanthus Jelly, and then take me for a walk on a path full of flowers in the forest. She hugged me and I followed her, so I kept walking, leaving deep and shallow footprints on the country road, which were deeply engraved in my indelible memory.

Mid-Autumn Festival is my fastest and most unforgettable time. Grandma hugged me and sat on the stone bench. I ate moon cakes in my hometown barefoot, quietly listened to grandma telling the story of Chang 'e and Yutu in her hometown dialect, and then fell asleep slowly. Wake up at night, stare at the round moon with wide eyes, and wake up grandma to accompany me out to see the moon. She had no choice but to hug me, pat me, tell nursery rhymes and guess riddles ... that should be the happiest day when I was five years old.

During that time, grandma's love permeated my life, but later it faded away because I returned to the big city.

After school, I go back a few times occasionally, but I don't talk much with my grandmother, just say hello symbolically. Perhaps because of the generation gap between city dwellers and country people, perhaps because of shyness or strangeness, the intimacy that once existed is gone. When I went out for a walk with my grandmother, I also plugged my headphones. When I got home, I hid in my room and played computer. I thought the taste was wrong, so I went out and bought instant noodles. Although these are trivial things that I didn't care about, I later learned that these two different lives never intersect like parallel lines. But grandma is still very kind to me, hoping to completely make up for the love I have delayed for several years in just a few days. ...

Until last year, when I learned that my grandmother had cardiac cancer and went back to see her, the love and memories I had buried in my mind for a long time were awakened again. Seeing her rickety back and deep wrinkles on her face, I really have unspeakable heartache. Grandma, how can I make you wait so long to love you? How can I let you down so many times? How can I not cherish you who loves me the most? Gently stroking grandma's white hair, slowly holding grandma's hand, just as she held my hand at the beginning, walking in the forest we once walked together, it is still the autumn with sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, how familiar but unfamiliar it feels, as if walking past is forever. ...

On March 8 this year, when I received the notice that my grandmother was critically ill, my parents and I immediately rushed back, sat quietly in front of the hospital bed, held grandma's rough hand tightly, looked at her pale face and burst into tears. A silhouette of love reappeared in my mind. She smiles, tells stories, or sleeps with me, and everything makes me so familiar. At that time, she was unconscious and could not tell who we were for a long time, while grandma just stared at me for a long time. I also looked at her with a smile and tears, hoping that she would remember the naughty granddaughter who loved her deeply. ...

Unfortunately, on April 8, grandma went anyway. The whole family gathered around her when she left. I knelt in front of the bed, sobbing and holding her hand tightly, but she couldn't close her eyes. It wasn't until my uncle's father sighed and said to her, "I will take good care of Jing Ya, Zhiyong and Mom" that grandma closed her eyes slowly with tears in her eyes. I was in tears, grandma, why don't you live a few more years and let me serve you more and honor you more? Why did you leave in such a hurry that you didn't even let me say "I love you"

Grandma, in the season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, I once again returned to our sweet-scented osmanthus forest. This time, my grandpa, mom and dad accompanied me. You let me know how to cherish a happy and beautiful life, so I didn't cry. I slowly hugged my grandfather and recalled the silhouette of our love. Grandma, you must have a good life in heaven. I will always pray and bless you. ...

2

Li Junrong, Grade One (10)

As the saying goes, "if you are poor, you will think about change." Parents always think about their children, pay attention to them and love them. But if there is no response from the child, it will be really "poor"! When the sound resonates, music can shock people; When the love you give echoes, the family will bloom with beautiful light, and the silhouette of love will also bloom with its own brilliance.

one

My mother came into my room, and I was still busy doing my homework on the desk. My mother put a large glass of hot milk on my desk and whispered, "Don't be too late, drink the milk while it is hot, and go to bed early after finishing your homework." Say that finish, quietly out of the room. After drinking milk and finishing my homework, I went to bed and uncovered the quilt. I feel very warm, my feet stick out and touch the warm hot water bottle. Mother's love is like a hot water bottle in winter, covering me with warmth.

two

Dad came into my room, and I was busy sorting out the test papers and binding them in categories. I don't know if the stapler is not easy to use or weak, but I didn't light it several times in a row. "I will do it!" Dad picked up the test paper and stapler, only to see him lift and press the stapler with a strong palm, and the test papers stayed together quietly. "Is there anything else?" Dad asked, "No, it doesn't matter." I replied. This is my father's love, like a mountain, as hard as a mountain and as soft as water.

three

I gently pushed open their room, quietly walked in and put a homemade card on their bedside. It's the Double Ninth Festival, and children can only express their gratitude in this way. My love is not earth-shattering, just like a breeze blowing over their faces.

four

We walked out of the house together. They go to work and I go to school. "Be careful on the road, study hard and pay attention to class." "I see. Good luck with your work! " After taking care of each other, we set off for our respective battlefields.

This is me and my parents. We go in and out, there are countless opportunities to express love, there are countless love fragments, there are countless love silhouettes, and we enjoy family happiness in love and being loved. May love stay in my home forever! May love stay in your home forever! May love arouse endless echoes in our hearts and arouse the silhouette of endless love!