Write a composition about the mother-in-law who picks up bottles.

The most beautiful old man who collects garbage.

The sun is setting, and it is near dusk. I can always see an old man bent over, hunched over, picking up plastic bottles that others don't want, and a kind smile on his weather-beaten face. This is my grandmother.

My parents divorced when I was very young, and neither of them wanted me and thought I was a burden to them. Just when I was going to live on the street, my grandmother said that I was hers.

Actually, I have nothing to do with my grandmother, and she is just my grandmother. But she did, and I owe her my whole life.

When the family is still together. Grandma is a clever old man. Alone in the grief of losing her husband, she had to bear the pain of raising five children. What kind of indomitable spirit made her open a small shop? Grandma who has seen through the world of mortals since she was a child is still ignorant and naive. Grandma, who lost her childhood, has already become mature and careful, and the shop has been kept in good order by her.

But, grandma, I shouldn't be yours.

From the beginning, the shrewdness on your face told me the truth of "the law of the jungle", told me the expression that I must be conscious, and encouraged me to keep up the words. Now, it's all gone

Today, you are satisfied. You are extremely happy to get every bit, especially when you sit at home and hear my progress, you will giggle like a child and be at a loss.

However, you are not who you used to be.

At that time, you asked me to train me to be a lady. Now, you told me to save every penny in everything. However, now that you say so, I'm shocked. You said you were going to pick up garbage. I froze in an instant. At first I thought: impossible. You were so strong that it was impossible for you to bend over and pick up garbage. But seeing you nod like a child, I'm still a little confused.

But since I saw you really pick up garbage, my heart is so sour. Is that clear? As if separated by a layer of yarn. Is it vague? It seems to be in front of you, and you can touch it with your hands. Memory is a huge picture frame, and the moment of freezing becomes forever. When I was a child, you were so strong. But now, you are so weak. I will never forget your strong appearance. I'd rather believe that you are not the real you now.

Grandma, are you tired? Your camel's back is the only proof of your vicissitudes. Grandma, are you tired? Your gray temples are the only proof of your old age. Grandma, are you tired? The expression in the corner of your eye is the only thing that makes you talented. I'm all you have left.

Grandma, I told you, I shouldn't be yours ...