"Shake, shake, shake to the Waipo Bridge-"When I was still lying in the cradle, my grandmother sang and I fell asleep. I just washed my wet hands, tucked in my apron and tucked me in. I don't know how many silences the voice of "eyah" broke, hanging on grandma's tired but glowing smiling face. I grew up in grandma's warm cradle.
Growing up, eating was my biggest problem. I ate a bowl of rice that was hot and cold, and looked at my grandmother with wrinkled hands and her kind face without a trace of blame. If I am naughty, I will only laugh at my grandmother for being stupid. My grandmother will never forget to tell me not to waste a baby rice. Grandma often tells me stories, often takes me to the big vegetable garden not far behind the house to enjoy the beautiful nature, and then always tells me to take care of small animals, saying that since they are creatures, they should have the opportunity to live happily in this world. My old mother sent me to kindergarten, and I saw my grandmother from the kindergarten gate every day, just like the poor in Nigeria saw the savior. I was noisy, running and jumping with my panting grandmother to the cake shop I visited every day. When the teacher taught us the simplest knowledge, I was curious about everything, counting countless age spots on grandma's thick wrinkled hands, and then ran away with a smile. And grandma always stumbles with her trembling little feet, pulling me into the temple of knowledge and bathing me with warm sunshine, no matter whether it is windy or rainy.
When I was a child, I always had a stomachache for no reason, accompanied by fever and vomiting. At that time, mom and dad were working in other places, and only grandma was around. My grandmother pushed me around all the hospitals in the city with a small rocking car made by herself. Looking at my sallow face, grandma's eyes were full of tears, but in the end, she didn't let the tears flow, and she smiled and told me to be strong. There is nothing to eat in the sickbed, only a little liquid food. In order to supplement my vitamins and make me less weak, my grandmother always cuts off a round apple with a knife, then slowly digs it with a spoon and feeds the apple puree in the spoon to my mouth. I grew up day by day under the care of my grandmother, who is old and has a bad mouth, so now I will feed her apples.
Grandma didn't receive much education, but she taught me from an early age that no matter what I do, I must have perseverance and stick to it. This is victory. Now that I have worked, I still remember my grandmother's teaching and become a useful person to society and the country.
People say that affection is a kind of depth, a kind of sunshine bath that is unconditional and unrequited, and an understanding bank that can live safely at any time. Yes, my grandmother dedicated all this to me. I love you, for my grandmother who has worked hard all her life!