My grandmother is an old lady who loves life, is full of energy and fashion, and everyone who knows her calls her "hipster". She studies English, chats on the Internet, learns dance in a university for the aged, and organizes a fitness team to lead a group of old ladies to exercise.
Grandma is a very capable person. She can cook many special dishes and knit sweaters. Growing up, she didn't know how many sweaters she knitted for me. Whether it's hot summer or cold winter, as long as she finds my sweater small, she starts to work at once. Even if I feel dizzy and my neck hurts, I never feel uncomfortable.
That winter night, I suddenly had a high fever. After giving me antipyretic medicine, my grandmother held me all night, took my temperature for a while, and fed me water for a while, watching me all the time and didn't sleep a wink all night. In the morning, my fever finally went down, but grandma's eyes were red.
I still remember that on my first day in kindergarten, my grandmother sent me to the school gate. I watched it with tears in my eyes for a long time and didn't want to leave. I know she must be afraid that I can't adapt and feel bad for me.
Dear grandma, under your care, I grew up gradually, but the traces of years crept up on your forehead. I want to say to you: "thank you for your meticulous care of me, thank you for your hard work." I will be more and more sensible, not to make you angry, and to be filial to you. "
Thank you, my grandmother.