Picture essay frozen in memory 600 words or so 10

Holding a small umbrella in the picture frozen in memory, accompanied by the silky gentle drizzle of the south of the Yangtze River, strolling on the field road, crossing the century-old stone bridge, and unconsciously coming to this tree. The thick branches have recorded the story of how much time has passed. His vision slowly blurred, and when he looked up at the drizzle, he vaguely saw a figure.

Grandma, is that you? The yellow earth, the wind blew the smell of wheat into this place with countless memories of me. Touching the deep and shallow traces of the old house, it seems to return to the good old days.

Grandma's kind smile, infinite love and tolerance, now, can only become memories. However, the bits and pieces of getting along with my grandmother will always be fixed in the picture of my memory. My parents had to go out to work in the city, so they had to cruelly leave my 2-year-old me in the care of my grandmother, and since then, I have spent my childhood with her.

I remember that there was an osmanthus tree in front of my grandmother's door, and every time it bloomed, the whole house was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and my grandmother and I often sat on the stone table under the osmanthus tree and ate together. My grandmother would often take her reading glasses and read the newspaper quietly, but I was very naughty and shouted to read it, and my grandmother had no choice but to read it to me word by word. Grandma shook her head helplessly.

I'm starting kindergarten. I vividly remember that day, when I cried and cried and refused to get on the school bus. Somehow, my grandmother went against the norm, straightened her face, and hit me hard.

I didn't want to go to school, but I didn't cherish such a good opportunity, and my grandmother couldn't get it before, which was really embarrassing. "I felt very aggrieved, and the more I cried, the louder I became. My grandmother ignored my crying and just stuffed me on the school bus, "Give me good obedience."

After dropping this sentence, the grandmother left. Looking at my grandmother who was drifting away, the grievances in my heart were even greater. I thought I would ignore my grandmother in the future!

He turned his head angrily. Now that I think about it, I should thank my grandmother! After getting used to the environment, my grandmother would come to pick me up every day.

When I couldn't do my homework, I pestered her to teach me, and my grandmother didn't read much, so she could only read the texts to me in awkward Mandarin. Even so, besides the teacher, I admired my grandmother the most. The years are ruthless, and now things are wrong, and my grandmother has passed away.

I was left alone to guard this osmanthus tree. Stopping and looking, it seemed that I saw my grandmother still quietly reading the newspaper. My grandmother's kind smile, stern scolding, and emaciated back are fixed in the picture of my memory, always, forever, and unchanged.