There are many people in my family, but perhaps the person I love the most is my grandmother. My grandmother is over seventy years old this year. Her hair is white as clouds, proving she is old. Her complexion was black, because she had worked so hard to raise her children. Her limbs were wrinkled to represent her late afternoon. She is a farmer. So most of the day, she worked in the fields. So busy, but she still takes the time to take care of me. When I'm sad, she is the one who comforts me. And even when I am happy, she is also the person by my side to congratulate me. I love my grandmother so much, if I have one wish, I will wish she would live forever, to take care of my children and grandchildren.