The charade game continues, sometimes preemptively answered by Mom, sometimes preempted by Dad. Charades are not only fun, but they also taught me to think in many ways when things happen.
The game begins, and Grandma takes the lead. We were all staring at Grandma with all our eyes. My grandmother said, "One point is one horizontal, one is to the left, and there are two trees by the side of the road, planted on stones." "It's so hard, I can't figure it out, what could it be? I couldn't help but glance at everyone and found that everyone was meditating, my grandfather kept gesturing in the air, and my mother was writing on scratch paper with a pen. Look at my grandmother, walking around leisurely! At this time, my grandfather raised his hand high, and everyone moved their eyes to my grandfather, who said confidently: "It's a hemp character." Grandma glanced at her grandfather and said, "It's just a little bit, but unfortunately it's not." "Grandpa looks deflated. The ball, sat on the sofa, and gestured in the air. I also took out scratch paper and wrote. According to the first riddle, the word "Guang" is written, aren't the two trees "forest"? Planted on a stone, there should be a word "stone". Isn't it the word "grinding"? I looked at it carefully, and when I was sure of it, I raised my little hand high. Everyone turned their eyes to me again, and I replied loudly, "It's grinding words." Grandma said, "That's right!" My answer won everyone's applause, and my grandfather said vigorously: "The little brain melon is not bad!" ”