I am crying in the face of which brush.

These days, I am very unhappy.

Although she explained that she did not intentionally stain the clothes, the explanation might be that the clothes were washed in the washing machine, and the other clothes were colored and dyed, but I was still in a bad mood and naturally did not listen to her explanation. Because my grandmother washed my favorite white top.

Another weekend, sleeping in bed, I heard the "brushing" sound intermittently, my heart was puzzled - so early, do not know who is doing? Get out and see? Put on the slippers and walk straight out. The lights in the toilet are lit up. When I look closer, a figure appears in front of me.

"Grandma!" I called out. Suddenly, his body slowly rose upwards and his face turned. In front of her is a basin, I found out that the basin is filled with my white top. She also had a red bucket in her hand, leaning half a shoulder.

"How come so early?" She looked at me. I saw her calm, watery eyes, but my heart was no longer calm. "Is this clothes not washed? Why are you washing it again?" "Hey, let me see if the color above can be broken. Was it not washed in the washing machine last time? Didn't clean it. Hand washing, really Some, it's also clean." She smiled. "Go to sleep, stand here and don't catch cold." When he said, he turned again, bent down, picked up the brush, and began to wash again.

The morning sky is a faint gray-blue, but I clearly saw that her head was covered with sweat, and at the same time, she clearly heard it. The brush sounded "brush, brush..." I stayed like this. Looking at her, looking at her figure, looking at the brush that she was waving in her hand, I saw her body trembled, looking sideways, like a bent rice. My eyes are getting worse.

She stood up, licking the good clothes, looking at the clothes with good clothes, turned around, prepared to pick up the water and clean again, looked up, "Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?" I saw her calm again. Like the eyes of water, it is so deep, so clear, so bright. I still have a brush in my hand. I looked at it and couldn’t speak. "What's wrong? Come. You see, the clothes have been washed almost, the mixed colors are gone, just wait for it to dry. I nodded and said: "Thank you. "The sound is very small. It seems that the whole world can only be heard by me."

She smiled, she smiled so brightly, so charming. Looking at her smiling face, looking at her calm eyes, looking at the brush in her hand, I smiled. But I know, which plate brush I used to face, her figure, I smiled and wept...

First day: Li Jing