We each have their own grandmother, and everyone's grandmother is also unique, maybe your grandmother is very kind, maybe very strict, maybe very kind... And my grandmother is very nagging. My grandmother has a gray hair and looks very much like a big cotton candy. She often wears a pair of presbyopic glasses with many wrinkles in her eyes. Every time she smiles, her eyes will squint. Grandma's teeth almost fell, but she wanted to say a lot, but my grandmother was so nagging.

　　My grandmother is very nagging. As long as I do something wrong for an hour, or go out to play, or do not write homework, and even if eating, she always nagging. She nag at least ten minutes, and I can't bear to face such nagging grandma. One time, grandma nagging, suddenly let me change my view of grandma, that is the first time I found that my grandmother was so nagging to me that she really loved me. And I also found that the original grandmother was most afraid of loneliness!

　　My mother told me that the more lonely grandmother was nagging, I really believed this sentence. Remember that time, mom and dad went out to work, at home only I and my grandmother two people, at home, I feel very worried, I think, grandma is at home, certainly will be all right to nagging me. So I tried every means to find reasons to go out to play, not to hear her nagging. Later, when I thought about it, I ran to my grandmother and told her that I was going out to play.

　　When I ran to grandma's room, I saw my grandmother making an old black and white photo. When I went over to tell my grandmother that I was going to play, I found that grandma did not notice that I had gone to her side. I saw grandma watching the whole family with great concentration. I saw that picture of mom and Dad, grandparents, I have cousins and aunts. Then I remembered that it was when I was five years old that I had a group photo with them.

　　Looking at her grandmother, she was so fascinated by the rough, wrinkled hand that she kept touching the picture. Looking at Grandma's yearning and looking at her grandmother so lonely now, I didn't want to say that to grandma. My heart felt very sour. Looking at my grandmother, I immediately whispered, "grandma, I'm here to chat with you!" My words just came out. Grandma looked up at me and didn't know when I came in. She was full of surprises and pulled me down next to her.

　　Grandma was very happy, as if she felt not lonely. She kept talking about her old affairs. Although it was very wordy and repeated several times, I did not know why, but suddenly I felt that grandma was not a long winded person. In fact, grandma is just lonely for a long time!