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If there is a kind of lie that can make people know more, then that kind of lie is the secret that grandma told me.

My grandmother has never read a book. I remember that when I was very young, my grandmother was with me.

when I was a child, I had to eat my favorite food at every meal, otherwise I would rather not eat. On this day, my grandmother didn't go out to buy food, only some vegetables left over from yesterday were left at home, so today's dishes are only those cabbage hearts. Grandma gave me a big bowl of rice and told me to eat it clean. I was obviously unhappy without meat. I went to the toilet and dumped the rice when my grandmother wasn't looking, but as soon as I got back, I was caught red-handed. I thought to myself: it's over. I was caught red-handed. Hey, I won't be scolded by my grandmother. I looked like I was waiting for criticism with my head down carefully, but instead of being angry, my grandmother pretended to be very scared and called me to her. "I have a secret, do you want to know?" I looked up at once, and my grandmother saw my reaction and then said, "Do you know why it thundered in the sky?" I looked at her with my eyes wide open, and my eyes shone with interest, as if urging my grandmother to say, "Because the thunder Lord in the sky is watching in the sky every day, he hates others wasting food. As long as he sees it, he will lose his temper and thunder when he loses his temper." I began to be afraid, and my body trembled a little, but I still stood firm and asked, "Is it true?" Grandma said, "Of course it's true. Yesterday, he told me in a dream that if anyone is wasting, it will thunder on him." My hair stood on end, and I immediately asked my grandmother to scoop me a big bowl of rice and eat all the vegetables I hate most. There was no thunder that day, and I was glad at that time. From then on, I decided that I would never spoil food again.

After primary school, my deskmate was on the basketball team. He was sweating like a pig after playing basketball every day, and his sweat smelled terrible. So, I ignore him every day. When I said to my grandmother, "I hate my deskmate the most. It stinks every day." Grandma asked: Do you know why the deskmate smells so bad? I told grandma truthfully. Grandma asked again, so is he still so smelly recently? Because I am tired of his sense of smell, hey! All of a sudden, it seems that it doesn't stink so much. I replied in surprise. Grandma called me to her side and sat next to her on the sofa. Grandma stroked my head and said, In the future, don't say that he stinks. I'll tell you another secret. Sweating so smelly is a strange disease. If we say he stinks, it will infect us, so he won't stink so much himself. I thought about my grandmother's words. Yes, recently, he didn't seem to smell so bad, so I was a little worried. I can't speak ill of him in the future. Later, he himself knew that after everyone could not stand the smell of sweat on his own body, he changed his clothes after training every day. After that, his body no longer stinks.

These secrets my grandmother told me became a series of happy notes from my childhood when I grew up. Because of my grandmother's secret, I have precious memories that many others don't have. Every time I recall these secrets, many of my troubles can be solved, and I have learned a lot from it.

Grandma is an uneducated person, but with her love for me, she weaves so many secrets and grows up with me step by step in her unique way.

in my eyes, grandma seems to be a book that people will never finish reading. This is my grandmother, a grandmother with many secrets.