part of essay,my homework.1 its the first time i write such a long essay,wish someone can correct it if i made some mistakes. My grandpa Treasure ,when you can treasure . When I was yong,I lived with my grandparent, my mother and father had to go to work ,they were very busy and hardworking. And at that time I was about 3 or 5 years old and have to go to kindergarten. And it was my grandpa who always take me home. When I was young, other people always said that I’m a boyish girl, so I was the most naughty girl in my class, all I wanted a whole day is my grandpa to pick me up and back to home as soon as possible. The teacher felt I'm a real thorn in her side, so when my grandpa go to there, she always told him that my family should teach me how to be quiet and how to act like a little lady. To be honest, though I didn’t like her, I felt very sorry to upset her. But my grandpa never say a word to me about ‘act like a lady’ things, what he always told me is to be happy and be creative like a child. I still can remember his black, glowing dark eyes when he told me that. After class, I would sit on a tiny chair in front of the buildings, and wait my mother back home, every time I did that, my dear grandpa would accompany me, he sat by my side, silently, smoking. He was very tall, and when my mom showed up on the distant corner, my grandpa usually lifted me up, held me in his arms, for let me see much farther. Now when I look back that moment, I can feel that warmth, which I can never feel again. My grandpa likes smoking and drinking. He often put a little cup (which filled with liquor) into a big one(which filled with hot water)to heat his drinks, especially in frozen winter. And his favorite food is peanuts, in a winter afternoon, he sometime ate salty peanuts with drinks in the sun, from my eyes, the lights from the sun sent a wash of pale light over his hair. Salty peanuts is his favorite, he won’t share it with anybody but me, I like to watch him eating peanuts and drink something, there is a rare pleasure on his face, like there is nothing to worry about, and it is true, grandpa’s belief is : ‘life is short, we should be happy’. He loved me very much, he remind me of some great memories from my own childhood. Since I grown up, I have to go to school, which is far away from my grandpa. I move to my new house, but he didn’t. Cause my grandma had something wrong with her legs, so she can’t move. They just lived in the old house, without me anymore.