My grandfather is a happy man. I admire his handwriting. He smiles all day and everyone around him likes to get along with him.
I like and worship my grandfather, because she is my mentor.
Grandpa came to my house once. When he entered the room, he said, "I told you to write in capital letters!" " "I said," all right. "Although I said so, I was thinking: Grandpa, can you still write big characters at your age? I brought a chair for grandpa to sit on, and grandpa came to open the big book after reading it. Dipped in ink, I scraped the tip of the pen at the mouth of the bottle, pressed my notebook with my left hand, and said while writing, "Write lightly, use even and steady force when lifting the pen, and receive the pen slightly heavier." "Seeing my grandfather so earnest and careful, my admiration for him arises spontaneously. Grandpa stopped writing and said, "Try it! "According to grandpa's request, I made a good writing posture first. My hand kept shaking when I wrote, and I couldn't write well at the first stroke. My grandfather came to teach me by hand. After several repetitions, I learned how to carry a pen. A few days passed and I mastered writing.
Grandpa, you are my mentor. You have taught me countless things, not only knowledge, but also a lot of truth about being a man. Grandpa gave me joy, let me savor the golden childhood and enjoy the relaxation after intense study. I thank grandpa. I admire him-my grandfather!