My grandfather

grandfather

A few small wines are a must-have item in my grandfather's life. Because of this, the family can advise him no less, but Grandpa always plaits the words: "Liquor is a good thing, you can move your muscles, I know I need to drink less, I am How much is not drinking a day?" This always makes the family helpless to him, so that he does not drink. Not letting him drink is a bit unappealing.

Grandpa is an honest peasant with a simple people's heart. The white hair on his head and the dark skin of the sun have witnessed the difficulty of his grandfather's life. Not too big eyes show the grandfather's kindness, and the vicissitudes of the face are like telling us an inexhaustible story and teaching future generations to study hard. Be a good person.

I remember when I was a child, every time I went back to my hometown, my grandfather would always be very happy when I saw that I was going home. Like a treasure, I might hold me in my arms. I always reach out and touch my grandfather’s long but hard-working beard. Grandpa will use his mustache to tie me, I will hide hard, let me see the mustache and I can't wait to cut it. Grandpa's mustache has the fun of our grandfather and grandson.

When I grew up a little holiday home, my grandfather told me to cook for him. I was confident and promised to come down. I also said that I would cook very well. After I ordered it, I would send the firewood in the stove. For a while, Grandpa went home and saw that all of my firewood was burned at the entrance of the stove. I can imagine that the rice is not cooked. My self-confidence is like a deflated balloon. The hot water seems to be extinguished by a basin of cold water in an instant. But when my grandfather opened the pot, I saw that the lovely little white rice had swelled up, and my self-confidence seemed to swell up with the lovely little white rice. Maybe it's because I added a lot of firewood at the door of the stove. The temperature is enough to make the rice cooked, and Grandpa and Grandma said that the meal is delicious.

In those days when I was at home, I felt that my grandmother always liked to call Grandpa to do this, but according to the normal rules, it became: Grandma called Grandpa to do things, Grandpa told me to do things. Sometimes it may be my direct guidance to my grandmother. Hey, who told me to be the smallest?

Now I have grown up, my white hair and my ruthless wrinkles are mad on my grandparents' heads and faces. What I haven't changed is the nature of my grandfather's good wine and my grandmother's hot temper. Every time Grandpa drinks a little wine. In the future, I will always be stunned for half a day. Grandma will always be very angry and say, "You, you, you, you don't know how to drink less? You always love to drink alcohol when you drink." Grandpa always has a word of words. Looks like it, helpless, helpless. This is a constant specification from the first floor of my family, but a big family is always happy.

As I grew up a little, my grandfather grew old a little bit, and the years were not forgiving. I always felt sad when I saw what my grandfather had done for my children and grandchildren. Grandpa, you are coming along. Hard work.

Time is slower, don't let you get older anymore.

Third day: 冉煜璐