Composition: At that moment, I shed tears (above 400)

I cried at that moment

I only remember that the sky that day was gloomy, shrouded by huge groups of dark clouds, which looked like a restraining net and seemed heavy.

It seems to be raining.

I sat near the window of the classroom, looking at the day, whispering how bad the weather was, but feeling an indescribable depression in my heart, as if something was about to happen.

After half the class, my father took me out of the classroom. His eyes were red and there were no tears, but the faint traces of tears could still be seen on his face. The car bumped for a long time before it came to a stop - it was home.

The house was full of people, including the neighbor’s grandma, uncle, and some people who had only been together for a long time. They sat in front of and behind the house with their heads drooped, and everyone's face was serious and sad. Missing grandparents. I don't know when, the noisy crying sound reached my ears. I was stunned, but I knew that my premonition came true.

I stupidly bypassed the crowd and came to grandpa's room. The sight in front of me shocked me - grandpa was lying flat on the bed, his face was bloodless, and his hands were placed peacefully on both sides. Aunts, uncles, cousins ??and others were either kneeling or leaning against the wall crying. Grandma saw me, choked and pulled me, sobbing and said: "You don't have grandpa to call me anymore. Grandpa passed away due to illness!" I don't know whether it was because he was stunned by this bolt from the blue or because he was so frightened that he forgot Why did I cry? I was just stunned. Leaning against the corner and squatting down, what appeared in front of his eyes were scenes from the past.

Every day at dawn, my grandfather would wake up. Sometimes I would wake up too, and he would take the four-year-old me to the ground. He would bring a chair, and I would sit on the chair and watch him work. He always taught me to cherish food while farming. That scene of sweating like rain was the clearest picture that came to my mind when I later read "Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work."

In the afternoon, my grandfather took me to sit under the grape trellis and read a book. I cuddled up to him, and he taught me how to read and sometimes told me stories. Before I entered school, I learned many stories from my grandfather that my peers didn’t know.

In the evening, my grandpa would take me to visit. We would walk together in the afterglow of the moon, and two shadows, one tall and one short, would be reflected on the ground.

"Grandpa is leaving," grandma's sad words brought me back to reality. Grandma raised her teary eyes and asked, "Grandpa, do you love you?"

Suddenly, my nose felt sore and tears burst out. The long-simmering sadness suddenly burst out at this moment. The tears suddenly turned into a downpour. Tears flowed down the cheeks, they were salty and bitter...

It finally started to rain, a downpour. Grandpa's hearse is about to hit the road. I cried, suddenly woke up, rushed into the rain regardless of the umbrella held by the adults, and lay on the hearse crying because I would never see my grandpa again.

Recalling six years ago, my mood was as gloomy and desolate as the sky that day. The moment grandma asked, "Grandpa, does he love you?" I cried. Today, six years later, through tears, I still see my grandfather’s kind face in front of me, and my grandfather’s kind voice is still in my ears.