One day, I told my grandmother that I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up. Grandma said happily, "This ideal is very good. When grandma was a child, her family was poor and she couldn't afford to go to school. She was forced to drop out of school in the fourth grade because of poor economic conditions. Why don't you be my teacher now! " I was very excited and said, "Yes, yes, but what can I teach you?"

Grandma thought for a moment: "well, just teach me pinyin and writing!" " "

The next day, grandma bought a small blackboard and a box of colored chalk, hung the small blackboard square on the wall, and then moved a small stool to sit down and wait for my class. I brought my first-grade Chinese textbook, wrote vowels and initials on the blackboard with chalk, and taught grandma to read. I taught very hard, grandma studied harder, learned it quickly, and learned it by heart! Then, I taught my grandmother to read Chinese characters. I guess grandma only knows some simple words, so I copied the new words in the third Chinese textbook and taught her to read. Grandma seemed to find it difficult and said, "I don't want to learn." But with my persuasion and encouragement, she returned to the "classroom". After teaching for several days, grandma can understand most words and memorize new words.

I was so happy that I told my parents about it. I didn't expect them to stare blankly for a while and suddenly burst out laughing. Grandma lied to me when she said she wouldn't go to school. Grandma just wants me to learn some truth from this process of "being a teacher" and to see how I behave. It turned out that grandma made me understand never to give up halfway, and also cured me of my little problem of not being practical in my study. Seeing grandma smile, the whole family laughed. I just stupidly jumped out: "It turned out that grandma's' please' me as a teacher was fake!"