I sat down at the table and looked at the fragrant breakfast in front of me, but I didn't even move my chopsticks. I just sat there, looking at the table of the breakfast daze, mouth chatter, heart also kept complaining: "every morning to eat these, look at all look full, can not change the taste ah!" Grandma saw me a look of spirit, then asked a few words of concern. Who knows, I suddenly launched an "attack", a foot kicked off the stool, at this point I seem to have lost control of their own dissatisfaction all vented on the grandmother's body, blaming her dishes do not taste good, blaming her why not change the taste ...... After some "unreasonable", I threw my chopsticks to the ground, pouted and sat on the sofa, gasping for breath. Grandma didn't say anything, just gently put down the chopsticks and stopped eating. I realized that my grandmother was not happy.
Afterward, I felt a sense of guilt. Grandma worked so hard to cook for me, and I was so picky. I wanted to admit my mistake in front of Grandma, but I didn't have the courage to do so.
This day, I came to the classroom with up apprehension, and always had a few apologies in my heart. I did not dare to look at the teacher and classmates, I was afraid that they would find out this "secret", so I lowered my head, did not say a word, and the scene always came to mind. I remembered the teacher said to us to respect the old and love the young, filial piety and respect the elders, but I was ...... thinking of this, I was so ashamed that I could no longer raise my head, and felt that the day passed so slowly, so slow.
The school bell rang, I dragged a heavy step to the door, I looked up and saw the door is still the same as before, put a stool and a pair of slippers end to end, before, grandma in order not to waste my time to do so, and now, I and grandma to fight the "Cold War", but she is still silently do! I felt even more ashamed in my heart. I put on my slippers, walked into the house, the house is empty, can not see a shadow of a person, grandpa, grandma, dad, mom are not at home, but the table set a table of "delicious food", the smell of food attracted me, so that I have to sit down, this table of different tastes of food make me salivate, I don't care about the three sevens on it! "ransacked", and then satisfied with a full stomach pat, was about to go to write homework. I pushed open the door of the room but was surprised to find that my "garbage heap" - desk but was organized clean and neat, the lamp was also adjusted to the appropriate brightness, the table placed a cup of well-brewed chrysanthemum tea, fragrant; bed is also laid out a good quilt, but also in my pillow! Put on my favorite doll ...... see these, my heart rose up infinite touched. I quietly walked over, suddenly, I found a note pressed under the pillow: "Today, we are not at home, don't read too late at night. It is cold, to cover the quilt, don't catch a cold ......"
See here, I can no longer hold back, lying on the bed bawling, I y feel, love, sometimes silent, silent love, can make everyone's heart warm, and this warmth, even in the cold of winter forced, but also always exist.