Time can not be

I like to reminisce about old times. Full of warmth, fun and beauty. Years have made memories become more, I hope to make time to stay, but there is no way, only cherish the time, in order to make memories better.

Time can not be turned back, the same is true of people's years. I long to go back to the past, back to the happiness of the past, at that time, Grandma is still relatively young, not so much silver. I hope it stays that way.

At that time, she always hung out with me, and I hope she can still play with me like before. When I was unhappy, she would think of all kinds of ways to make me happy; When I am wronged, she will comfort me carefully; When I did poorly in the exam, she would patiently comfort and encourage me and motivate me to keep working hard. But she has a lot of white hair, not as young as before, her face is also covered with deep wrinkles, and she can not often go out with me to play. The time I could spend with her became less and less, and I tried to find time to talk with her more.

Years took away the appearance of grandma when she was young, but grandma still lost the past kindness, is still so concerned, tolerant of others.

Grandma likes to take me out to play, no matter where I go, always ask me to go. I like to go for a walk with her, often talking and laughing, holding a handful of small flowers, back home, inserted in the house, the flowers also floated all over the house. Do not want to insert, and take back the hand, force into the air a throw, petals fell, in the air by the breeze in the palm and gently put down, full of poetry.

Years took away grandma's strength, grandma did not do things as fast as before, I tried to help her finish what I could do. Time has been a little cruel and has robbed Grandma of her youth. For the past, I can only carefully recall the happy time with grandma.

I am very sad, memories can only be memories, can not become reality.

Grandma's white hair is increasing, do not want her to grow old, do not want the flower to wither. The grass is strong, grandma likes the grass, strong and will not wither as quickly as the flowers. Time is how cold, how heartless. What is time, I do not know now, but there is a dislike of the emotion.

The stars of the night sky are always bright, waiting for the best time, trying to shine their own 'light, although they are not as dazzling as the sun, not as charming as the moon, but it is lively, is a flash, is selfless. Although Grandma looks older, but her heart has not grown old, she is still so kind, so considerate of others. Grandma or grandma, will not change, she will be strong to do things, such as grass vibrant, shining like stars. She was special and selfless.grandma still lost the past kindness, is still so concerned, tolerant of others.

Although the years go by quickly, but she will not change everything in my heart. Time can not go back, but people can learn to cherish. Memories are always memories, to be well preserved and cherished.