奶奶的追悼会上,我悲伤得几乎忘记落泪,只看着一篮青橄榄发呆,脑海里与奶奶相处的一幕幕如电影般闪过……刚刚学习走路的时候,奶奶总是让我一个人走一段路,没有人搀扶。跌倒了,自己爬起来。无论我在地上怎样撒娇,还是挥动无力的小手哭到肝肠寸断,不会有人理睬我。奶奶的耐心在那时就得到了极好的诠释,我坐在地上耍赖时, At the grandma’s memorial service, I sadly almost forgot to shed tears. I only watched a basket of green olives and the scene in my mind with my grandmother flashed like a movie... When I was just learning to walk, my grandmother always gave me one. People walk a long way and no one supports them. I fell and I got up. No matter how spoiled I was on the earth or I couldn’t care for me by waving a feeble little hand to cry. Grandma’s patience was very well interpreted at that time. When I was sitting on the ground, I was jealous.