Lies are sometimes beautiful

I don't know when, there was a disabled uncle in the roof of our house, sitting in a wheelchair every day, where the people were sharpened and earned some money to support their families. Every day after school, I passed by and there, I always saw his bowed figure, sweat on his forehead, did not stop to wipe the sweat, his hands and face were sun-baked and black. Regardless of the wind and rain, he will be there on time to wait for the residents to sharpen the knife. In one day, I can earn ten yuan, sometimes not even a customer. Looking at his persistent back, a pity was born. I said to my mother: "Our family's knife is 'blunt', let him grind it!" Looking at my eyes, my mother smiled gratifiedly. My mother and I know that our knife is not 'blunt', and the grandfather just finished grinding a few days ago. I rushed home to get the knife, and the knife shone in the sun. Uncle saw that the knife had just been worn, and his eyes were wet, shining with happiness.

Grade 4, Daxinggou Town, Wangqing County, Jilin Province, Yanqing, Jilin Province: Yue Yuchen