after hesitating, I decided to write it down.
My grandfather is 7 years old this year, with gray hair and sunken eyes. Although his face was covered with weather-beaten wrinkles, his high nose and shining eyes suddenly made him look refreshed.
I have lived with my grandparents since I was over one year old. At that time, my father often went to work early and came back late, and my mother often went to other places to practice, so I couldn't take care of me, so it was my grandparents who stayed with me every day.
I was not very obedient at that time. I cried for my mother almost every day. My grandmother had a bad temper and I was always scolded by her. And grandpa, whenever, always has a kind smile on his face. No matter how headstrong I am, he buys this and that for me without anger. No matter how late I cried and waited for my mother, my grandfather knew that my mother would not come back at that time, but he would still wait for me at the crossroads, tell me stories and buy me snacks, without showing any fatigue, and always accompanied me cheerfully until I could hardly open my eyes.
Grandpa used to be a teacher when he was young, so when he was young, he often taught me to write and recite poems. I also have a special small blackboard, which my grandfather made for me. At that time, I would go to kindergarten facing the sunrise with my small blackboard on my back every day. I still have that small blackboard from my childhood. hllip; & hllip;
Grandpa loves to practice calligraphy. His home is full of all kinds of characters, large and small chapters, which can't be hung, and there are many rolled up and collected. A high desk is also full of all kinds of books, famous books and papers, and of course, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are indispensable. In a word, as soon as I walked into grandpa's house, there was a strong ink fragrance.
I like going through grandpa's things very much. There are four famous novels and magazines with inspirational humor in ancient editions. By chance, I found a stack of boxes on a cupboard. On the side of each beige long box, there is a name of Fu, which says everyone in our family. The box is full of bits and pieces about everyone. I am curious to open the "Fu Ying Ji" written with a brush. There are many yellowed papers, small books and some photos of my hours. I can't help it. My grandfather's familiar font shows all the things that happened with my grandfather since I was born: the time and place of birth, and the joy I brought to him when I & into the world are all written in detail. I gently opened a few pages to record my childhood memories: I had chicken pox for more than three months in a row, I was unhappy on my first day of school, and there were many habits and hobbies, such as drinking a glass of milk with a lot of sugar before going to bed at night, and staying with me when sleeping. hllip; & hllip; Holding a thick piece of paper, I watched it, and my tears couldn't help anymore. Even the joy and laughter that I brought to my grandfather when I was a child, he described it vividly.
During the summer vacation, I often go to my grandfather's house to play, and I will ask him childishly about the traditional Chinese characters hanging on the wall. I will always be a small child in grandpa's eyes. As long as I ask for something, grandpa always agrees without hesitation. I have to say that this is a doting, but who is willing to throw it away?
I don't want to cry in front of my grandfather. Every time I get angry with my mother and go to my grandfather's house, I always tidy up my mood. When I see my grandfather happy, I really want to & into his arms and cry out my grievances, but I want to smile strongly in front of him. He is over 7 years old, and I can't let him worry about me. I want to be the most sensible and filial granddaughter &; hllip; & hllip;
Grandpa's love for me has only increased since I landed. Grandpa loves me too much. Even if I am willful and naughty, he will smile and complain about me without getting angry at all. Grandpa always dotes on me. When I do something wrong, he always helps me clean up the mess and keeps saying, "Nothing, nothing."
Grandpa seems to be a patron saint given to me by God, and I am the happy fruit that he won't grow up.
Spoiling is really not what I want, but now I can't live without it&; hllip; & hllip;
I learned Chinese calligraphy from my grandfather, who gave me his most cherished brush.
I solemnly wrote, "Only grandpa is good in the world."