The Days When My Grandma Grew up with Me

"Little mice, they go up to the lampstand and secretly drink the oil, but they can't get down." Meow meow meow, the cat is here, chirp and come down." "Little rabbit, open the door. Open it quickly. I want to come in." If you don't open it, you won't open it, and my mother hasn't come back." When I was a child, I often heard my grandma singing such children's songs in my ears, which made me so happy. Now every time I hear children singing these children's songs, I will think of those warm and unforgettable memory fragments, and the pictures will appear in front of me frame by frame. The scenes that my grandma spent with me will pop up deep in my memory, and my heart is full of warmth and strength. Now, although it has been six years since my grandma left us, time still cannot dilute my deep longing for her. Every time I see the old man's photos, a happy smile will appear in my heart, and a sour taste will well up in my heart. Many past events are vivid in my mind. From childhood to adulthood, my grandma grew up with me, and I grew old with her. Those fragments are connected together into a pearl necklace of memory, which will always be engraved in my mind.