When I was a child, I often liked to lie on the platform in the corridor and watch one or two birds flying in the blue sky, squinting and thinking, "Can I fly?" I heard grandma say, "Come down, son!" " Shout, I'll write with grandpa. Then I jumped down from the wooden chair, picked up a big wooden chair heavier than me, and staggered back to the house. Because I am short, I have been lying on the table by the big wooden chair. That's a wooden chair made by grandpa, with scarlet paint on it, but I knelt on it for a long time and a lot of paint was worn off by me. However, grandpa has been gone for five years! Now, I have grown up. There is no platform for me to lie down in the corridor, and there is no big wooden chair painted with cinnabar. Sometimes, I will sit on the big wooden table, look at the sky from the window and think about my grandfather, but that sky is always caught by the window protector. I will squint and think, "Can I fly?" My thoughts keep flying, I really want to go back to the past! Grandpa grew up in the countryside, but he has three sons and two daughters, most of whom live in cities. It can be said that dad is the pride of grandpa, and I am also the pride of grandpa! I am the most favored grandson. Grandpa often says to others, "My second son's daughter is Ye Maoqing, and she is a promising child! She has ideals that hurt us old couple. Every time her parents send us a letter, she always writes two pieces of paper! " When I was a child, I always heard my mother talk about how my grandparents were when they received my letters. I didn't understand it at that time, but I was happy to know that they were happy, so I was also very happy. Sometimes my eyes get wet when I think about it, and then I don't think about it soon, because I have a little hazy memory. Grandpa once told me to be strong and not to cry easily. My grandfather and I don't have many memories. The most profound one is to spend the New Year in my hometown. I have chicken pox, which is a very painful and strange infectious disease. Because of that disease, I have a lot of acne and it's itchy. As soon as I scratch it, it breaks and water comes out. If I don't treat it in time, I will leave a scar, which will be transmitted to children and not to adults. So I can't play with my sister. Very boring. All this was seen by my grandfather. Grandpa quickly put down his work, told me the story of cocoon from ear to ear, and fried Chinese medicine for me. Because of the bitterness, I was coaxed to drink in various ways. The composition "My Composition with Grandpa" was written in the fourth grade of primary school. However, I just don't live up to expectations and throw up as soon as I drink it. That uncomfortable feeling can be described as unforgettable. So, I remember it very clearly, and I know that everyone is in a hurry. The next day, grandpa made an unexpected decision and took me to see a doctor one kilometer away. Although it is winter, the sun is so strong that I can't open my eyes. Grandpa rides a bike very fast and the wind is naughty. I am very happy! I vaguely remember grandpa singing and coaxing me on the muddy road. When I got home, I had dinner. Grandpa let me take medicine first. I don't remember how much I took, but it seems that the medicine is white and small, wrapped in paper. Then I got better and better. In this way, year after year, I can't remember how many letters I wrote to my grandfather, how many phone calls I made, and how many times I went to the bus station ... One day, my grandfather finally came to Changsha City to "enjoy his old age"! However, things are not as simple as I thought! Grandpa lives in my house. As far as I can remember, grandpa stayed in bed and went to the hospital. My mother often went to the hospital and took me there several times, but I only have few memories of it. There are two beds, like a TV, white sheets, bedding and curtains. However, grandpa went to heaven after all, the mysterious and happy world. I didn't see grandpa for the last time, and I can't remember the scene at that time, but I have a little impression. After grandpa left, I went to my hometown with my parents and uncle and attended his funeral. Grandpa's last wish is to be buried in the land where he has lived for decades. I didn't cry when I knelt in front of my grandfather's portrait. I thought to myself, "Grandpa, I will be strong." However, after getting on the bus, tears still flowed out and kept flowing. "Grandpa can't see!" "Grandma said grandpa was taken away by an ambulance. Grandma once said it for five years. I didn't understand it then, but now I understand it, so my heart hurts badly when I hear the sound of an ambulance. Grandpa's face is a little vague in my mind, but what is not vague is his unchanging smile. Grandpa must be an angel in heaven, so I want to be an angel.