If I had grown up that day

As usual, the clear bell of class was floating over the school. I picked up my schoolbag and walked in the street with light steps. The warm sunshine kisses the street, inadvertently, my eyes fall on an old woman. She sat on a stool by the street, corn in her hand, and craned her neck to look at it. I can‘t help but think of my grandmother. She is like the old woman in front of me, sitting at the door of my house, looking at me coming home from school.

As soon as I think about it, I think back to my childhood. When I was a child, I lived in the countryside with my grandparents. During the day, my grandfather went out to farm, and I played with my grandmother in the parents. At that time, I just learned how to comb my hair. When I finished combing my hair, I immediately played with the heart Dharma. When I saw the light, I was clamoring to comb my grandmother’s hair. Grandma laughed, took off the rubber band on her head and sat down beside me.

I picked up the comb, left hand gently press grandma‘s hair, right hand comb gently through her hair. Grandma’s hair is not as black as in the picture. I stroked the hair so thin that I couldn‘t even grasp it. Continue to comb, the silver from the black hair exposed figure, gently pull the black hair, the silver has been covered in her black hair. I touched, grandma’s hair is not as delicate and smooth as mine, her hair is dry and rough. Her temples were covered with wrinkles. At that time, I was not sensible, naively asked my grandmother: “grandma, how can you have so many white hair?” My grandmother was immediately amused by the immature question and touched my head. I looked at her moon like eyes and laughed. “Because grandma is old.” “Then divide your age into me. You‘ll be younger and I’ll grow up faster.” Once again, she was amused by the childlike innocence and pinched my face, “OK!”. She turned around and I continued to sit behind her and comb her hair. Stroking her hair over and over. After combing, I climbed on Grandma‘s back and began to pester her to play with me. She held me in her thin and rough hands, which, even though very small, could hold me up; the figure, even though very thin, could support a piece of sky for me.

Back to the reality, I swam God, at this time my tears have filled my eyes, everything in front of me has become blurred. Because my grandmother is far away from me. For the impression of grandma, there are only a few scenes: she is waiting for me to go home. Play with me, make me delicious hot soup I have grown up, she is no longer there, I can not do a filial piety for her. I can’t forget her feelings for me. That time I combed her hair, and her hair was white, that was why she worried about us. If I had grown up that day, I would have stayed by her side to repay her love for me; if I had grown up, I would have expressed all my love.