I don't know what materials grandma gave me,

There is a kind of love called care, such as rain after a long drought, which moistens a cracked heart; There is a kind of love called caring, which supports the injured saplings; There is a kind of love called selflessness, which silently warms the tender grass. This is the love my grandmother gave me.

I remember when I was a child in an art class, I once put wings on a pig and thought it was incomparable, but the teacher criticized me, "This is unrealistic. Don't paint like this in the future." I looked at the red comment on writing in the exercise book and my heart thumped: jump straight, this painting is really beautiful! I took it home in disappointment, slammed it on the table and began to cry. Grandma saw it and quickly came to see my painting. Her eyes narrowed and she smiled. "Wow, such a magical painting, my little granddaughter must be a painter in the future!" " "I slowly raised my head, but my tears kept flowing downwards." But the teacher said that my painting was not realistic. "I said with injustice. Grandma held me in her arms and said seriously, "This is because the teacher is ungrateful. You should try to draw better pictures and impress the teachers. "I paused, as if suddenly enlightened, so with the encouragement of my grandmother, I didn't stop painting, and the painting won the first prize of the school!

At that time, I was very naughty Once I had a little friction with my classmates, I scuffled and had a nosebleed. The teacher informed the parents to go to school, and grandma came. When she saw me, she was surprised at first, and then said a few words to the teacher, and I was taken to the bathroom by my grandmother. Grandma gently wiped my blood with a handkerchief: "Does it hurt?" I shook my head. Grandma looked at me, and thin sweat oozed from her forehead, crystal clear and bright. The refracted light made me warm, as if all the pain had disappeared. After a while, grandma patiently asked me to apologize. Naturally, I was a little unhappy, but I went reluctantly.

Now, grandma's hair is white, her back is bent, and her body is not as good as before. Whenever there is a Spring Festival holiday, we always visit her with gifts. At the dinner table, she will still cook me many delicious dishes. When I bring her food, she always says "that's enough, that's enough, I don't want to eat any more", but the smile on her face has told me that she feels extremely gratified at this time. The wind blew up her silver hair, sparkling and dazzling, and my tears could not help but flow down.

I swear: when I grow up, I must repay my grandmother well.