My grandfather is over seventy years old this year. He is a tall man with white hair, bright eyes and a full chin. Years still leave wrinkles on his face. My grandfather especially likes calligraphers' cursive handwriting.
On one occasion, when talking with an old friend of a fellow countryman, Grandpa came across this old friend's collection of the original works of Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Grandpa borrowed it from this fellow villager, and both parties agreed to return it at 9: 00 a.m. a month later. Time goes by, and there is only one day left to return the book. At this time, grandpa can grasp the book and even forget to eat. It happened that it rained cats and dogs at eight o'clock, and it was still raining at eight forty-five. Grandpa wanted to return the book, and we discouraged him from returning it to this fellow villager after the rain, but grandpa said; "Honesty is the foundation of being a man, and I should do it. If I can't return this book to him on time, he won't dare to lend it to me next time. " Grandpa finished, carefully wrapped the books, held them in his arms, propped up his umbrella, put on his boots and walked into the rain. ...
Grandpa was too faithful to return the book in the heavy rain. How important the word honesty is in grandpa's eyes!
Thank you, Grandpa, for explaining the meaning of honesty to me with your actions. In the future, I will keep the word "sincerity" in mind and be a person who keeps his word like grandpa.