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I am a college entrance examination student this year, and the following article was written by me. I hope you like it. From my blog—

Love my God.

I was born 20 years ago. In this land that has raised several generations of farmers. Calm rises like smoke, nothing special.

Yes, nothing special. Because, for this world, there is only one more person, one more person. However, for a person, there is one more world, yes, one more world.

That man is my grandmother. An ordinary rural woman who accompanied me through my childhood and happy youth. Since then, grandma has become my day, a day to feed me with true feelings.

There is nothing thrilling, but some ordinary, simple and real happiness. And I just gently put these gratitude in my heart.

When I was very young. Conditions may be bad at that time. My parents have to work hard to make money, so I don't have much time. But it doesn't matter, because I have a grandmother. I grew up happily: grandma would tell the story of "Mao Yeren" to sleep with me; Will tell me jokes to make me happy; Sometimes I guess riddles to test my IQ, although many of them are repetitive. However, I am very happy. There is no shortage of fairy tales in my childhood.

Older, grade one or two in primary school. I always watch other people's friends buy cartoons. I envy cars and want to buy them. However, there is only fifty cents of pocket money every day, even though our family was already rich in the village at that time. It's my grandmother's fault for giving me that little money every day. I still remember that every time I pull grandma's skirt, I "lose my hair": "Grandma, give me another fifty cents." I only remember that grandma rarely compromised: "It's easy for your parents to make money!" Now, I know grandma wants me to know that every step of life is hard. Yes, grandma gave me the richest childhood.

Older, in the fifth and sixth grades of primary school. Grandma always likes me to work in the fields with her. I am basically happy, too, because there are mulberries, tadpoles and frogs. . "Wait for me. Generally, grandma doesn't ask me to do anything, just ask me to look. At that time, I really thought my grandmother was the most powerful person in the world. She can do everything: grow a lot of vegetables, cultivate land, chop wood and weave nets. From my grandmother, I see diligence and wisdom. Many reasons, for me, have benefited a lot. Quote grandma's classic saying: being a man is something to do.

Old, admitted to the city's high school. I seldom go home because of transportation and study. I seldom call home. More often, I am immersed in the ocean of learning, or on the court. Sometimes I miss my grandma very much. Just looking forward to going home. On the phone, grandma often calls me "baby". Although I am very old, I like that real name. I know, this name, grandma has been waiting for a long time. When I go home to school, my grandmother will see me off on the way, with long eyes, long stops and deep expectations.

Memories accumulate and sublimate little by little. . .

Twenty years have passed, and I am full of vitality like a green leaf. At this time, I also think of my grandmother like a root. With many people's expectations, "Green Leaf" just wrote down the memory of the bottom of my heart and the gratitude condensed in the memory before an "answer sheet" with many complicated emotions. These memories and thanks are addressed to my simple grandmother, an ordinary rural woman in China.

Love my God, I love you too.