My grandfather is gone, and I want a touching signature.
The past is like smoke, how many memories last for a long time, how many warmth breeds. In fact, life is picturesque. On the day of birth, we were all a blank sheet of paper. Then, we doodle in childhood, decorate in adolescence, apply light colors in middle age and make up in old age. Finally, when we are old, the painting will be finished.