In late autumn, on the busy road, the grandmother who is over 50 years old is waiting for her little grandson after school in kindergarten.
When the school bell rang, the little grandson jumped to his grandmother happily. A gust of north wind blew, chilly, and messed up grandma's gray hair. The little grandson's eyebrows tightened and his neck tightened. He covered his little ears with two small hands and cried, "Grandma, I'm cold ..." ... Grandma bent down in love, put her little grandson's two small hands to her mouth and breathed. Then she put the coat on her little grandson. There was another gust of north wind. Grandma suddenly stopped, slowly retreated half a step, and then moved to the north of her little grandson. The little grandson looked at her every move and looked up innocently and asked, "Why did Grandma go to the North?" Grandma's wrinkles are relaxed, but she just smiles. She walked on.
To cross the intersection, the grandmother stopped and grabbed her little grandson's little hand. The green light is on the opposite side, and the grandparents and grandchildren walk hand in hand. Suddenly, the front turned yellow, and the vehicles on both sides were in a hurry to "open" and rushed towards the grandparents and grandchildren. The grandmother held her little grandson's hand tighter, as if she were holding her life in prison, fearing that something would happen and harm her for life. The little grandson also snuggled up to his grandmother, as if with this solid backing, no matter how big the waves and winds are, he can set sail. They exchanged glances, which seemed to tighten their hearts. The grandmother's footsteps were obviously faster, and the little grandson stopped jumping and quickly moved to the opposite side. The green light is on! Behind my grandparents, there is a long line of cars. It's safe at last.
The old woman squatted down, holding her grandson's shoulder in her hands and looking around. She smiled unscathed, and the wrinkles on her vicissitudes relaxed and she said happily; "Nothing is good." Slowly put your hands on your feet, lift yourself up and hold your grandson's hand, and continue to walk west, and his grandson regained that kind of jumping strength.
Thinking of my mother, I strode home.