Like a loved one

There is a grandmother in our village, she is full of silver hair. Because the grandmother is a Hmong, the grandmother is wrapped in a thick black scarf all the year round. Wearing a pair of Miao people's unique silver earrings on the ears, wearing a clean and tidy Hmong costume.

The grandmother's children are working in the field, only to come back once in a few years. I often see the grandmother alone in the middle of the year. When I was a child, I witnessed my mother helping the grandmother to cut wood and water the house. Gradually, I grew up too, so I also learned how to help the grandmother sweep the floor and do something that she can.

Today, after school, I stepped into the small grandmother's small house as usual. I didn't expect that there was an "Iron General" on the door of the grandmother. I suddenly stood like a deflated ball and frustrated. Suddenly, my eyes lit up in the corner of the yard, and a bowl of dirty clothes that had not yet been washed was piled up there. I rolled up my sleeves, picked up the tub and went to the creek at the entrance of the village. I sat down and raised the stick with a rhythm. I still had a small song in my mouth. After washing the clothes, I picked up the pot and made two steps back. Go to the yard of the grandmother and leave the clothes in the yard.

The grandmother just came back from the market. Walking to the side like a scorpion, my grandmother touched my face with a rough hand, and said to me, "You have worked hard for a good boy. Over the years, your family has helped me take care of me." I am really closer than my loved ones!" I was embarrassed to hear this and said, "Grandma, this is what I should do."

Fourth grade of Jiefang Road, Taiyuan City: suxinzhe