我的曾祖母在我五岁左右就过世了，当时还小，对生命和死亡都不太了解，只觉

My great-grandmother passed away when I was about five years old. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't know much about life and death. I just felt that this kind and loving old man left me forever. She always sat quietly on the kang with her legs crossed, her gray hair comfy and docile, with a black hairpin on her head. Her face was wrinkled, like yellow ground and cracks, and ripples like calm lake water, which were traces carved by the years. Her face always carries a kind smile; her eyes smile like a crescent moon, and those eyes always overflow with love and tenderness. Grandpa's family has many children. Every time she smiled and beckoned, called the children over, took a few pieces of sugar in our palms, and then we sat around her and chatted with her twitteringly.

My great-grandmother died when I was about five years old, when I was young, not very understanding of life and death, only to feel that this kind, loving old man left me forever. She always sat quietly cross-legged on the bed, her white hair combed to cover the post, with a black hair card on her head. Her face was wrinkled, like a yellow earth and a crack in the road, and like a calm lake, which was a mark of the years. Her face always had a kind smile; her eyes were laughing into a round of curved moons, and those eyes were always overflowing with love and tenderness. My grandfather's family many children, every time she smiled and waved, called the children to come over, took a few pieces of sugar in our hands, and then we sat around her, talking to her.

My great grandmother died when I was about five years old. At that time, she was still young and didn't know much about life and death. She only felt that this kind and loving old man left me forever. She always sits on the Kang quietly, her gray hair is well combed, and she has a black hairpin on her head. Her face is full of wrinkles, like the yellow earth and cracks, and like the calm lake ripples, which are the traces of years. There was always a kind smile on her face; her eyes were full of love and tenderness when they turned into a crescent moon. There are many children in my grandfather's family. Every time, she smiles, beckons and calls the children to come over, puts some candy in our palm, and then we sit around her and chatter with her.<br>