Love never goes far.

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Grandpa has been away from us for several years, which coincides with his sixty-fourth birthday, and all the bits and pieces he accompanied me are spread out in my heart. ...

Spring came, grandpa went to work in the fields, and I skipped behind like a small tail, picking two golden rape flowers to smell the fragrance; Pull out the reed core and blow out melodious music. Sharp-eyed, I saw the ripples in the ditch, ah! It turned out that a group of lovely tadpoles were playing among the water plants. I called my grandpa, and he helped me scoop up some tadpoles like black beans in a porcelain jar for drinking tea. Naughty' I couldn't help but put my hand into the porcelain jar to disturb them. Grandpa just smiled lovingly.

In late spring and early summer, the mulberries on the branches are ripe. The agile grandfather climbed to the top of the tree three times and two times, picked a particularly dense mulberry and shook it hard. The little fruit that makes my mouth water falls like spring rain. I couldn't wait to pick up a few from the ground and put them in my mouth, even without cleaning the dust. Purple juice splashed everywhere, and my palms, lips and face soon became colorful. Grandpa couldn't help laughing when he watched me gluttonously sitting in a tree. The weather-beaten bronze face sets off a row of teeth that are particularly white.

What primary schools are looking forward to most is summer vacation. Grandpa and I carried bamboo baskets to pick watermelons. Grandpa gently lifted the watermelon leaves with a broom, and there was nowhere to hide the round and fat watermelon green background pattern. Excited, I was blindly directing: "Grandpa, you pick the one on the left, the biggest and roundest!" " "Grandpa has his own ideas in his heart. With a keen eye, he chose a green watermelon with Huang Chengcheng at the bottom. He patted it twice with his hand and seemed quite satisfied. He cut the watermelon vine cleanly with scissors. A lovely watermelon doll jumped into my basket. At home, grandpa pumped several barrels of cool well water and soaked watermelon in the basin. Eating sweet and icy watermelon, there is a kind of honey called "happiness" flowing in my heart.

I went to Qiu Lai in the summer, and the school started. My grandfather picks me up every day, rain or shine. If it rains at noon one day, other students will rush home in the heavy rain. I don't have to worry, but stay in the classroom and watch the rain draw on the window glass with certainty. Soon, grandpa came in with a raincoat and a lunch box. Open the lunch box, the food inside is steaming and fragrant.

When it snows in winter, I look at the snowflakes falling from the sky and cheer. I really want to run out of the house. Grandpa is worried that I will catch a cold when I run outside. He helped me transport the snow to my house in a small bucket. Grandpa and I built a snowman with black eyes and red nose around the big wooden basin. I giggled happily, and grandpa giggled with me. ...

Grandpa has been away from us for many years, but his love has never gone away and has been with me. The four seasons he accompanied me through will warm my life and make me remember it forever!