A narrative about affection, with a beginning and an end of scenery description, about 500 words.

This is definitely my original, second-class product modified by the teacher.

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The long river of time is like an old song, like a lake played by Bandari when he was calm, clear, happy and still wanting more. The cattail leaf fan raised by my grandmother left a string of intimate notes in my song-like years, and the lingering sound became a movement of love.

"Hey, my little grandson and daughter came to see grandma!" Suddenly, grandma held me in her arms and kissed me on my little face. Grandma's little floral shirt exudes a clear fragrance. Under the scorching sun, her face is red and shining. A row of sweat and mottled wrinkles on her broad forehead could not conceal her love for her granddaughter. Every few months, my mother and I will go back to my grandmother's house. Every time I play, I sweat profusely and I am reluctant to go. This time, I am very happy to live in my grandmother's house.

After a beautiful day, the moon climbed to the top of the tree and I dragged myself to bed. Just when I was about to fall asleep, a nasty mosquito flew to my ear, and I couldn't help complaining loudly. Grandma heard the sound, and there was a hurried little footstep from the other side of the room. Then, grandma appeared on the edge of the kang, with a broken cattail leaf fan in her hand, her heel lifted slightly, and her obese body sat down on the kang. She took a long breath, slowly raised her right hand and waved it gently, slowly and rhythmically. On a hot summer night, the cool breeze is very pleasant, accompanied by her even and rhythmic voice. A smile flitted across my grandmother's face through her slightly opened eyes. She looked at me affectionately, and her happy eyes were like fairy tales being told. The raised cattail leaf fan fluctuated evenly, leaving a beautiful trace in my young mind.

On a quiet summer night, the cicada's voice is more pleasant and crisp. Every time I think of the cool breeze sent by my grandmother under countless stars, I will sleep peacefully. That little love is like a stream, which gathers into a long river of years and leaves a deep imprint on my heart …