Visually, an old man stood by the telephone pole at the crossroads, with a thin figure and a hand on the earth wall beside him, vaguely feeling that she was watching the end of the path. What is the old man waiting for without an umbrella?
I dragged my tired body and walked to the crossroads with my friends. I don't want to go home when I think of another exam result that gives me a headache. I left alone after my best friend said goodbye to me. When the weather is not good, raindrops come out and a drop of liquid is scratched in the corner of the eye. I have no mind to tell whether it is raindrops or tears, but I feel that the road under my feet is long and my schoolbag is heavy. Even breathing is a little difficult. I think grandma should go to bed, too She is in poor health, so go to bed early so as not to worry about me again.
Walking casually, thinking. Before I knew it, I was going to the corner. Ah, I'm home. I feel sour. I looked up and saw the old man at the corner, but I couldn't see her face clearly. Why is it still so cold in summer? Because the old man was shivering in the rain, I felt full of heart. Who is the old man waiting for? That must be her heart! I walked straight ahead and the old man was getting closer and closer to me. Suddenly, I was stupid ... How could it be grandma? She greeted me with a smile and I didn't know what to say. I stood there stupidly and didn't listen to anything, only knowing that it was some caring words, because I read it in my grandmother's eyes: nervous, anxious, distressed and pitying. My nose ached and I threw myself into grandma's arms. Grandma patted me on the back and we snuggled under the street lamp. ...
I'm happy, I'm touched, I'm satisfied. In that corner, under the street lamp, there is an old man waiting for her heart.