我13岁了,自以为已经长大,可是,奶奶还是像呵护幼儿一样,总是怕我冷,怕我热,怕我吃不香,怕我睡不安,还怕我上下学遇危险……总之,奶奶对我,满脑子装的就是一个字——“怕”。奶奶老了,满头白发,脸上的皱纹有如刀刻似的一条比一条深,走路时,两脚抬得越来越低。但是,她还是风雨不误地迈着沉重的脚 I am 13 years old, I thought I had grown up, but my grandmother is still like care of young children, always afraid of me cold, afraid of me hot, afraid I ate not fragrant, I am afraid of restlessness, afraid I go to school in case of danger ... ... In short, my grandmother, full of mind is a word - “afraid.” Grandmother old, white hair, wrinkles on his face like a knife-like one more than a deep, walking, his legs lift lower and lower. However, she still stormed heavy feet