How did grandpa write it?

Grandpa loves me the most in the world.

I was brought up by my grandparents. When I was a child, I grew up humming my grandfather's children's songs. I clearly remember grandpa's kind eyes, concerned eyes, and his holding my hand and carrying my shoulder. My mother always said that my grandfather spoiled me too much! Grandpa always smiles and answers, "Nothing." I'm still coquetry in front of my grandfather, enjoying his myriad dotes.

How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I am in the fourth grade of primary school. I am growing up, but my grandfather is getting old, with more and more white hair and wrinkles. The only constant is grandpa's love for me. After I graduated from primary school, my grandfather drove me to and from school. Every time I go out, he always accompanies me and takes me to school. After the third grade, my mother asked me to go to school by bus, but my grandfather didn't agree, so my mother insisted. I remember the first time I took the bus, it was my grandfather who took my hand and put me on the bus. He told me, "Remember the name of the stop sign, be careful when you get off the bus, and don't go with strangers ..." Sitting on the bus, I was worried that I had missed my stop and had been listening to the radio. Finally, I got off the bus and looked up. Across the street, my grandfather is pushing an electric car and smiling at me at the school gate. It turns out that grandpa has been following behind the bus.

I feel grandpa's love all the time.