My grandmother looks ordinary and doesn't stand out in the busy street. Her pretty face is covered with deep wrinkles. Although her big hands are rough, they are full of the warmth of love, her eyes are not so bright and her hair is pale. This is my grandmother's ordinary face.
Grandma's saving is not an ordinary saving. For her, what can be saved must be saved, and what cannot be saved should be saved as much as possible. Once, grandma sent vegetables to my house. You know, the bag containing vegetables can be said to have been used dozens of times. It is covered with stains, very dirty, and gives off an unpleasant smell, which makes people sick. Another time, I went to my grandmother's house to play and saw a lot of dried bagasse and orange peel on her balcony. I asked her inexplicably, "Grandma, why are you drying these things?" "I use it as firewood to save some firewood," grandma replied. I then asked, "How long can it last?" "A little is a little," grandma answered. I think it seems too economical for grandma to save a little like this.
My grandmother is such a thrifty person, and her quality is worth learning.