For as long as I can remember, the old recliner is grandma's patent. Grandma is old and often has backache. She will lie on the sofa and have a rest. At that time, I was too young to understand. I often compete with my grandmother for the recliner. Grandma always coaxed me: "Let grandma sit down and tell you stories." This story is very attractive to me. I quickly slipped down from the recliner, cleverly helped grandma to the recliner, moved a small stool, and held up my cheeks to help grandma tell stories.
Grandma's story is like a firefly on a summer night. There are countless stories: The Legend of the White Snake, Zhao Wuniang's Going to the Front, Yang Liulang's Words, Three Killings of haing s ngor, Chinese Cabbage ... Every time I fall asleep sweetly in grandma's story, I can always see the characters in grandma's story in my dreams.
The more grandma's stories are told, the bigger and more sensible I am in grandma's stories. But grandma and her old recliner are old. Later, grandma always told a story several times before she finished it. As she spoke, she kept coughing, and the old recliner sang along with it. Whenever this time, I am distressed to say to my grandmother: "Grandma, don't say it, I will tell you." Grandma listened kindly to me repeat her story.
One summer afternoon, grandma fell asleep forever without any pain in my story. Mother said, "it's no use for grandma to leave the old recliner." Cut it for firewood! " "I won't let me. I said, "Save it for grandma. "Every time this time, my mother will secretly wipe tears.
Now I am a junior one student. I read a lot of books. Every day after school, when I get home, I sit on the sofa and tell stories to my neighbors' children: Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, Yang Jiajiang ... I think grandma can hear my stories in heaven.