Kindly grandfather

When the lights are extinguished, the grandmother’s desk lamp is still on.

Sitting under the light, a white-haired and kindly old man; he wears a pair of reading glasses; holds a pen; keeps circle, dots, and draws on the book. He is always engrossed; sometimes his eyes are locked; sometimes he is drunk; sometimes he smiles. He is my grandfather. Although my grandfather is old, she loves reading. Because the grandfather will pinch the plasticine; therefore; I often entangled him to pinch some gadgets. However, as long as the grandfather looks at the book; wants to let the grandfather pinch the plasticine, it is "daydreaming." I really want to lock my grandfather's books into the box. One thing that can be done later; it changed my opinion. Once my mother asked me a question: "How many fingers does a panda have in one hand?" I left to think; think about it right away; I can't think of a reliable answer. Still ask the grandfather; I thought to myself. I ran to my grandfather; I said my mother’s words intact. My grandfather touched my head; said: "You kid! You know it to play on weekdays; don't read books. Panda has only four fingers!" "Grandfather; your knowledge is really profound! So much knowledge; you are all Was it obtained from the book?" I asked enviously. "Of course!" The book has its own gold house; the book has its own Yan Ruyu; as long as you are willing to read; reading books; you will be like the grandfather; knowledgeable!" So; in my young mind; The seeds of reading have been buried; the book has become my mentor and friend. Grandfather is not only knowledgeable; he often does things unselfishly to help others; solve problems. One day at noon; my family is eating. Suddenly; Ma Bobo and several uncles came in. Their faces did not have the smile of the past; they were full of anxiety and helplessness. After they had a few words with their grandfather, they entered the study; I followed it curiously. I only listened to Ma Bobo’s frustration and said: “My family’s tea tree is not known; I have a strange disease. First, the roots are tumors; then the tea trees are wilted. Our farmers depend on these acres of tea gardens for a year to feed their families; but nowadays There is no such thing as granules; this... this can be so good!" Finished; then holding the desk with one hand;

At this time; an uncle took out the root of a tea tree; handed it to his grandfather; his grandfather was busy wearing reading glasses; his left hand clenched the root; the right hand held a magnifying glass. I saw the grandfather and then opened the roots; kept looking at it: he sometimes took the pen; circled on the paper; sometimes put down the pen; frowning tightly; sometimes he went back and asked a sentence or two. Ma Bobo's mood also fluctuated with the expression of his grandfather. After a long time; the grandfather handed a piece of paper full of handwriting to Ma Bobo; Ma Bobo took the paper; like holding the life-saving elixir; he said in a trembling voice: "Thank you very much. I really don't know how to repay you." "Old friends! See you outside. Help this little thing; should." After a while; Ma Bobo should leave. The grandfather was busy pulling his hand; said: "Wait a minute." Finished; he walked into the study; took out a stack of things; placed it in the hands of Ma Bobo; Ma Bobo looked; it turned out to be a stack of money; Ma Bobo insisted on not; but his grandfather said: "Your family's harvest this year is not good. This is a little bit of my feelings; there will be difficulties in the future; although I will come to me." Ma Bobo shook his hand slightly with his money; I can't make a sound when I want to say something. Looking at the moving scene in front of me; my heart can't help but be touched; how noble the grandfather's quality is! He does not use his expertise to be fat, but to help others; he wants to be here; his grandfather's body can't help but grow taller and taller in my eyes.

Grandfather; although he has not done anything earth-shattering; there is no gorgeous appearance but in his ordinary body; but it clearly implies a very extraordinary quality. Yes! The grandfather's spirit of helping others and being addicted to books will be a monument in the heart; it will become a monument in my heart; it will become a model for me to learn and admire.

First day: Mao Hongliang