I can no longer like before

People say that mother's love is like running water, delicate and long, father's love is like a mountain, speechless and deep, but I say, grandma's love is like a mountain, sometimes delicate and sometimes deep. With the growth of my age, my relationship with grandma is no longer as close as before, the maturity of character, so that my dependence on grandma also gradually faded, I can no longer like before, play a child's temper, injured rushed to grandma's arms, looking for the warmth and comfort in grandma's arms.

I rarely go back to grandma's house, in grandma's words, only a few times a year, even if it is in the same community; So I often see grandma playing with my little sister in the community, grandma met me and smiled and asked me if I went to sit down, I sometimes slightly nodded, grandma smiled even more; Sometimes he politely refused, grandma does not insist, nodding and saying, learning is important, learning is important. From Grandma's kind face, I can not see too much regret, flat light, seems to be used to.

Every time I go to my grandmother's house, my grandmother always leaves me for dinner with enthusiasm and cooks the home-cooked dishes I love to eat. When the time is free, grandma will pull me to sit down, a face of love and I said the trivial things at home, I also quietly listen to grandma finish, looking at grandma filled with joy, and suddenly found that the years have given me simple and kind grandma left such a deep trace; The gray hair at the temples and the weathered, wrinkled face have told the rich life experience of the old man.

Grandma has worked hard all her life, and at this age, she has already entered her 60s, but grandma is still busy, busy with housework, busy taking care of her sister who is not sensible. When I was at home, I could always hear my grandmother screaming at my sister not to run away.

I once inadvertently glanced downstairs, caught a glimpse of grandma that some fat body, slightly bent, panting after not too fast running in front of the sister, later because of running and stopped, is full of sweat, and sister is nowhere to be seen, grandma began to be a little anxious, aimless 'looking for, a person on the road as if no one called sister's name, although an age, That voice is still loud and loud, I can not bear to listen, then hurriedly put on a coat, wear good shoes, ran downstairs, straight to grandma, grandma saw me in a hurry, understand, angry and anxious to me said, fast! Go to the square to find, this girl fun, do not know where to go to play. Then he ran away again.

Finally, or aunt found the sister running, I looked at grandma's angry face, eyes in addition to stern but also flashing tears, I suddenly glad that uncle aunt came back from work early, otherwise rely on me alone, have to let grandma worry how long ah!

Grandma is an ordinary person, but it is grandma that ordinary face deeply engraved in my mind, let me remember the love and care grandma gave me.

Every time I go to my grandmother's house, my grandmother always leaves me for dinner with enthusiasm and cooks the home-cooked dishes I love to eat. When the time is free, grandma will pull me to sit down, a face of love and I said the trivial things at home, I also quietly listen to grandma finish, looking at grandma filled with joy, and suddenly found that the years have given me simple and kind grandma left such a deep trace; The gray hair at the temples and the weathered, wrinkled face have told the rich life experience of the old man.