One day, when my family was having dinner happily, I ate quickly to play with my brother. Grandpa saw it and stared at me seriously, asking me to pick it up. I thought it was dirty, so I said unwillingly, "How dirty it is to spill it on the table!" " How to eat! Besides, I didn't mean to. Grandpa said, "haven't you learned the poem weeding?" The grain was obtained by the farmer's uncle who braved the hot weather and worked hard. Did you just see the sweat of the farmer's uncle wasted? In the past, we didn't have enough to eat and lived a hard life. When I was a child, I had to go out to work. Now you live a happy life and don't know how to cherish it. "After listening to my grandfather, I blushed and quickly picked up the rice scattered on the table and ate it.
I will never forget that day. I will never waste food again. The dining table is always clean, and there is not a grain left in the bowl, which forms a good habit of thrift.