My grandmother has been dead for two years, and I often think of her. Her voice and smile often appear in my mind.

I especially like grandma's cooking, because grandma's cooking is beautiful, fragrant and delicious. Now, my mouth is watering at the thought of grandma's cooking. I like grandma's corn paste best, it tastes sweet, and there are some delicious dishes-cold tofu, cucumber ... I can't forget that sweet feeling!

Grandma's cotton shoes are comfortable and warm. As soon as winter comes, I put on the cotton shoes she sewed for me, and I walk steadily, no less!

Now, I can no longer watch that I can't eat grandma's cooking and put on her hand-sewn cotton shoes.

When I see her kind face, I will secretly cry.

Grandma, I really miss you.