I can't forget his 800-word junior high school composition.

Perhaps, you can find all kinds of different faces in your life, including beauty and ugliness. But in my heart that wrinkled and kind face is the most beautiful!

In the fifth grade, we moved, left our familiar neighbors and came to a strange place. Nobody knows us, and we don't know anyone. Starting is always the hardest. Very painful. Dare not talk to any stranger in a strange space. Sometimes I see a gray-haired old man watering flowers in the corridor, and I dare not say hello. Until one day ... it was an ordinary dusk, I still carried that orange schoolbag. The only difference is the way home, the strange path paved with lovely pebbles, which makes my heart a little nameless emptiness. Standing in front of the silver gate, I looked up at my new home on the fifth floor for a while, sighed, and slowly reached into my pocket and took out a brand-new key, which smelled of iron, but my pocket was empty! I was in a panic. Did I lose my key? I took off my schoolbag in a hurry and rummaged through it almost frantically and anxiously. I looked everywhere in my schoolbag, but I couldn't find it. I felt very weak for a while, and my parents didn't go home until late at midnight. What should I do? Should we wait for them to come back by the roadside? Looking up at the closed iron gate, I feel that he is like a demon, ruthlessly blocking my way home.

At dusk, the setting sun shines on me, but the warm sunshine makes me feel no warmth, and I feel as if I were in the cold of ice and snow. "Click" I stare big eyes-the door was opened! I am ecstatic and can finally go in. Although I can't go home, I finally don't have to wait on the road. Just under my surprised eyes, a silvery white hair appeared behind the gate. He is the grandpa who waters the flowers! I'm surprised and happy. I recognized him although I only saw his back. His face gradually emerged, not so unreasonable as I thought, but a weather-beaten and kind face. "Son, you come in quickly. I think you have been waiting outside for a long time. Must be the new guy on the fifth floor! Come to my house first and wait for your parents. " "Well," I nodded gratefully. Grandpa is so kind and kind. I just moved here, I don't know him well, but I was warmly invited to his house. But I dare not say hello to grandpa, because I am not familiar with it.

Looking at grandpa with a smile in his eyes, I really want to tell him: "Grandpa, you are the most beautiful and kind person I have ever met!" "