In the morning, I can often see her carrying two baskets of vegetable seedlings to the market and shouting. At noon, I can often see her sweating on her way home under the pressure of obesity, and I can't bear to spend money on a bus. In the afternoon, I can also see her bending over to weed, loosen the soil and water in the vegetable garden ...................................................................... No matter how far the road is, no matter how hot and cold the weather is, no matter how sick she is, she can persist in going to the market! She is my grandmother.
Grandma is very mean to others, and she likes to nag. Before playing for a few minutes, she nagged us to study again. No matter what we do, she doesn't like it except studying. Therefore, we all hate her very much, and often scold her in front of her, spit in her teacup, add salt or sugar to the dishes, and do something very unusual. Grandpa is often scolded by her, even if he makes a small mistake, he will be scolded by her and lift his head! Grandpa seems to be used to her.
although grandma is fierce, she is particularly distressed. Every time I go to her place on holiday, I will prepare a thick quilt in advance and buy my favorite dishes. Every time I go to drink, I will bring us back a lot of delicious food.
Grandma has been growing vegetables for more than 2 years, and she has to get up early and get greedy every day. We have advised her many times and she said that she will not do it next year. Almost everyone in our place knows her, and she has earned a lot of money in these years, but she has never spent a penny indiscriminately, and often picks up apples and pears from fruit stalls after gathering. I didn't understand why grandma was so reluctant, but now I finally understand.
Grandma often burps this year, and I often laugh at her and imitate her. Finally, at the end of June, the bad news came. Grandma was ill. This time it was not a minor illness, but a terminal cancer! Grandma intended to be happy after finishing this year, but people are not as good as heaven, and they are infected with this disease. I visited my grandma in the hospital that day. When the doctor came to make rounds, grandma asked her mother to help her up quickly. Grandma looked at the doctor and asked him to prescribe some more medicines for her, trying to find some ways. Her eyes showed a desire to survive, but what could the doctor do?
Grandma is getting worse day by day, and my grandfather cried when he looked at Grandma in such pain. Grandma said helplessly, "Why are you crying? We can't always be apart.". Looking at grandma, I also left tears.
One month passed, and finally one day my mother called the school and told me to go home as soon as possible, but I was a boarder, so far away from home, how could I catch up, so I didn't even see my grandmother's last face! When I got home, all I saw was her dying face and the crying of her relatives.
Grandma, although you haven't thought about happiness for a day, I believe that you can be happy in heaven now, and not seeing you for the last time is my lifelong regret!