Grandma has a baggage. It is made of a square piece of gray cloth covered with patches of large and small. The patches come in a variety of colors and are dazzling. The appearance of the burden is not good-looking, and it seems to be surprisingly ugly. When my grandmother went to work in the fields, she often kept the gadgets and door keys she carried with her in them so as not to lose them. In my impression, he and his grandmother are like each other, obviously a pair of good girlfriends.
I like this strange and ugly baggage very much.
When I came home from school, I was hungry, and delicious things would always be pulled out of my baggage by my grandmother. It could be a handful of red-faced jujubes, a few wrinkled, green apples; It will also be a handful of peanuts that make a "hula" sound; Or a few colorful candies and so on. In short, this burden is as magical as a magic bag, and whatever you wish, it seems to satisfy you.
Once, I saw a girl in my class with a glamorous hairpin on her head. The jewel pink bezel is also embedded with a yellow butterfly with wings ready to fly, and a few sequins embellishment, shining in the sun. During class, I turned my head from time to time to look at the hairpin. When I got home and saw my grandmother, I hurriedly shouted, "Grandma, I want a hairpin too." "Good! ”
The next day, after school, I ran home in a puff of smoke and shouted all over the house to find my grandmother. Inside and outside the house, I searched back and forth several times, but I didn't find my grandmother's shadow, and my burden was gone. I asked my mother, who was secretive and wouldn't tell me. At night, the children were quiet, and the barking of dogs in the middle of the night woke me up, and there was a lot of noise outside. I opened my eyes, and it was dark outside the house, like the sea, and I closed my eyes again.
When I woke up early in the morning, my mother called me to visit my grandmother in the hospital. It turned out that my grandmother went to the tailor's shop, and on the way back, she accidentally tripped over a stone and fell. When I came to my grandmother's bed, she smiled and pulled me close to her to sit down. I saw her carefully take out a hairpin from the burden beside her. "Granddaughter, grandma made one for you, don't dislike it, after some time, grandma has saved enough money, so I'll buy one for you." ”
At this moment, tears rolled over the corners of my eyes, dripped on the cloth hairpin made by my grandmother, and also dripped on my heart. For some reason, I suddenly don't like wearing hairpins, and if it weren't for it, my grandmother wouldn't have fallen and broken bones. I hid the hairpin under my pillow and never wore it once.
Since then, Grandma will often conjure up all kinds of delicious, fun, and beautiful things from her baggage. But I don't want to make a wish to myself on this bag anymore. I know this magic bag is grandma. My only wish is for my grandmother to live a long and healthy life. When I grow up, I'm going to be my grandmother's magic bag and do my best to fulfill her wishes.