what do you want to meet作文

what do you want to meet作文

Time flies, taking away your passing away and your smile. I want to see your smile again, even once. I still remember you seven years ago, who loved to laugh, even though your face was covered with wrinkles when you laughed, just like the annual rings on the old branches, so loving and wonderful. When your mouth is wide, only three front teeth are exposed. They are brown and the color of dirt. I like watching you smile, the ripples on your withered face, and the deep eyes narrowed into a seam.

You are always waiting for me by the river at the school gate. Every time the ringing school bell rings, it is your happiest moment. You slowly pave the seat cushion for me, and then wait for me to fly out of school like a happy sparrow. At that time, I like to sneak out the back door, creep up behind you, and then jump up and scream. You never blame me, just a shallow smile, take my young child on a tricycle, and then pedal slowly against the afterglow of the sunset. But I always sit uneasily on my own small bench, open my arms, tightly embrace your wide and thick waist, and gently lean my head on your coat, rubbing it back and forth. At this time, you will always look back and smile with me, and giggle.

New Year's Day is my favorite day. On New Year's Eve, I danced fireworks sticks in the courtyard and drew dazzling arcs in the dark night sky. I laughed and danced happily. You sat on the front steps and smiled. You looked at me dancing like a butterfly, and your eyes were full of joy. But until two years ago, your health went from bad to worse. Although you often laughed, you never opened your eyes like

before. I know that the old man is slowly taking away your smile, but I still tried my best to make you smile. Last May, you finally failed to stay a little longer. I'll never forget your pale face on the sickbed. You lie on the bed, your body is so thin, and the light in your eyes is getting weaker and weaker. I look at you quietly, and I want to see you smile at me again, but every time you meet my eyes, you always turn your head to one side. I know, you are afraid that you will cry, and I will cry, too.

In this way, you left, and I held your portrait, but there was no trace of a smile in the photo. I want to see your smile again, like riding a tricycle to take me home when I was a child, like watching me wave fireworks in the New Year. In my mind, you finally laughed again, but I cried. Dear grandpa, can you appear in my nightmare of missing you tonight, because I want to see your smile.