Grandma laughed

After school today, I sat in the bus home, and I was looking at the scenery outside the car. Suddenly, there was a scene in front of me: a grandmother got on the bus, her white hair was gray, her face was wrinkled, she was licking her waist, and she was walking on the car with a cane.

At this time, I think: I am a young pioneer, the teacher educates us, respects the old and loves the young, does Mencius have a maxim? Old and old, young and young, and young, think of it, I immediately stood up, walked to the grandmother, helped her, step by step to the seat. When the grandmother sat in the seat, her face immediately showed a bright smile, took my hand and asked kindly: "Child, what is your name? How old? At which school?" I replied: "Grandma, My name is Red Scarf. I am nine years old this year and I am going to school in the Democratic Road."

Grandma laughed again, this time she smiled so sweet, so honey, how splendid, how amiable, as if it were beautiful flowers under the sun, and like the kind moon mother, taking care of each one is flashing Little stars. Ah, not only the mother loves greatness, but all those who love me, their love is great and infinite, like a piece of selfless dedication.

Fifth grade: happy white clouds