When I was a child, my parents went out to work, and I was sent to my grandmother's house. At that time, I thought my road to growth must be lonely. Who ever thought ...

On March 3, kites were flying all over the sky, bringing my thoughts and memories back to my childhood. "I sat in the field and looked at kites all over the sky, but none of them belonged to me. At night, grandma sat in the dim light, holding a cloth in her left hand and a needle in her right hand, pushing reading glasses from time to time. Grandma's strange and clumsy movements make me anxious. Who would have thought that grandma magically changed a kite for me the next day? In the bright sunshine, I was running in the field, and my grandmother was trotting behind me. Do you want to wipe the sweat from my forehead? In this way, grandma accompanied me through spring after spring, and I grew up quietly in this spring.

In the hot sun, I panted and ran to my grandmother. Grandma wiped the sweat from her forehead, took my schoolbag and held my hand, walking in the hot sun. Our shadows have been painted for a long time. In this way, my grandmother accompanied me through one hot summer after another, and I was growing up slowly. It is cool in autumn. When I first entered primary school that year, the teacher informed us that we would hold a parent-teacher meeting, and every parent would attend. Don't worry, mom and dad won't be back in time. This parent-teacher meeting can only be held by grandma. In this way, during the years when my parents worked outside the home, they were always very busy in autumn, so the first parent-teacher conference that started every autumn was held by my grandmother. With the curtain call of one parent-teacher conference after another, I grew up year after year.

The cold wind roared, and grandma's winter night was even colder. At night, grandma always holds me in her arms and wants to pass on her only warmth to me. In this way, winter nights have passed, and winter flies year by year, and I am growing up step by step.

I spent my whole childhood at my grandmother's house. I grew up with her. She made a kite for me in the middle of the night, picked me up from school in the scorching sun, pushed my parents away without complaint, and warmed me in the cold winter.

I have grown up, but my grandmother is old.