My grandfather

My grandfather is almost 70 years old. He is of medium build, with a little hunchback and deep wrinkles. Like a river that irrigate crops, the rough palms are full of old men. My grandfather is a peasant. Like thousands of peasants, he has the excellent quality of hard work and hard work.

Every day is just bright, everyone is still asleep, Grandpa has quietly got out of bed, put on canvas shoes, ride a tricycle out, buy food, cut grass, go to the market... He seems to have a lot of work. When we get up, we can always smell the smell of rice, and even the little donkeys that he raises can eat fresh grass. Autumn is coming, the weather is getting cold, and the grass is getting withered. What should I do? Grandpa has a way, he cut a lot of green corn leaves. The corn leaves are hard and hard, difficult to cut, and the edges are sharp. If you are not careful, you will cut your hand out of the road. When Grandpa came back, his hands were often cracked, and he felt cold and cold. I often ask distressedly: "Grandpa, do you hurt?" Grandpa always touched my head with his rough palm and smiled and said: "No pain at all, don't worry, nothing." When the wind is raining, Grandpa can always insist.

I love grandfather! Birds that feed like early catchers always fly so tirelessly.

Third grade: Qi happy