500 words: a song that stays in my heart.

The atmosphere in the room was suffocating, so I went out of the old house where my grandmother had lived for most of my life to catch my breath. The grapes outside the house have grown luxuriantly since childhood, which is the place I most yearn for in my childhood. At this time, the rustling grape leaves seemed to be singing that childhood song.

When I was a child, every summer night, my grandmother hugged me and shook the creaking rattan chair under the grape trellis. She told me interesting stories about her childhood. Her tone has changed, her expression is vivid and lovely, and even her eyes are telling stories together. Her interesting performances often make me laugh and amuse the grapes on the whole shelf. The way they shake the leaves is applauding grandma! When the grapes are ripe, I will eat grapes and look up at the starry sky and listen to my grandmother telling me which is Altair and which is Vega, and why they are so far apart; She will also tell me how my grandfather walked home all night under the guidance of the Big Dipper. When she was happy, she sang that melodious little song and patted me on the back with the beat. The song lingers under the grape trellis and flows with the Milky Way, accompanying me to sleep peacefully.

A few days later, grandma left us, no matter how reluctant I was.

Sitting on the return bus, my mother told me that my grandmother made me a pair of shoes a few days ago when she was in good health. She opened her bag and showed me the shoes. I'm looking forward to it, because those beautiful tiger-headed shoes and embroidered shoes when I was a child were all made by my grandmother. My grandmother's needle and thread are thin and dense, and the embroidered patterns are not only rich and exquisite, but also absolutely works of art in my eyes. But my mother took out a pair of grey cloth cotton shoes, which were rough and without any decoration, and my heart sank. "Tell her not to do what she does. You see the pinhole is thick and messy, and her eyes can't see clearly. I don't know how many stitches it took to sew it in ... "Mother said no more.

At night, I put my freshly washed feet on those gray cotton shoes, and a warm current suddenly filled my whole body. I opened the balcony window, the breeze blew, and the grapes dancing with the wind appeared in front of me, but no one would sing that beautiful song for me again. But in my heart, I have left such a song forever. It's about grapes, about the Milky Way, about childhood, about grandma. It is warm and sincere, and the tune is simple.