When I returned to my hometown, I saw my grandfather living alone in an old house at the entrance of the village. When I saw the white hair on the 80-year-old grandfather's head and his face that had experienced years of hardships, I couldn't help but feel a sore nose. The old house in the country is where my grandfather raised my father. I caressed the rough mud walls of the old house, thinking how many memories of our family are here. I used the wages I saved for more than half a year to help the grandfather in the village renovate the old house, turning the dilapidated house into a warm home again. Living with grandpa is really heartwarming! I can still have fun at my grandfather's knees, and hear his voice calling me home for dinner.