One day, I found that grandpa took out two bottles of white wine while entertaining relatives. Everyone poured a big glass and praised, "Good wine, good wine." Suddenly, my curiosity came up. I asked innocently, "Grandpa, can I have a drink?" Grandpa said in surprise, "No, you can't drink." The more grandpa refuses to give me a drink, the more I want to drink, which may be regarded as a kind of rebellious psychology!

The next day, my grandparents went shopping, and my heart exulted. The opportunity finally came. He went to the cupboard, took out the white wine bottle and locked himself in the room. I opened the bottle cap by hand and poured the white wine into a big cup. Suddenly, the room was filled with the smell of white wine. I picked up the cup and couldn't wait to pour a large glass of wine into my stomach. Suddenly, hot air rushed to my forehead, and I was dizzy. Accidentally knocked over the table, only to hear a "thud", there was a loud noise in my ear. When I saw it, my beloved crystal ball was broken, and then I fell asleep in bed.

When my grandparents came back and found that I had disappeared, they looked for me everywhere. When they opened the door, they found that I was asleep and there was a white wine bottle. Only then did they understand the truth. Grandpa brought me milk to sober up and said to me sternly, "How can you drink it? That's for adults. How can you be so disobedient! " I am so sad that I have to go to my room to get my favorite crystal ball. Unfortunately, my favorite crystal ball was broken by me when I was drunk. I really regret it!

I know this: I can't do what adults don't let me do, let alone do it secretly, thinking that others won't find out, and as a result, paper can't always cover the fire.