Writing ideas: You can write about dad, mom, grandpa, grandma, etc. Every morning, grandma will grind soy milk for "me". Watching the white soy milk flowing down the stone mill, grandma will say: "My" love is also injected into my heart one after another.

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On the balcony of my house, there is a stone mill. It is old and rustic, and is incompatible with the modern style of the interior. However, it was because of this millstone that I realized my grandma’s deep love for me more deeply.

Every morning, my grandma would grind soy milk for me. Watching the white soy milk flowing down the stone mill, my grandma's love for me was poured into my heart. The sweetest thing in my memory is not sugar, but the soy milk my grandma grinded for me.

When you wake up every day, the first thing that comes to you is the rich and sweet aroma of soy milk. It seems that smelling this aroma will make you energetic throughout the day. Today is the same as usual. As soon as I woke up, a bowl of soy milk was placed on the dining table.

Take a sip, it is still as sweet, but it has an extra taste. I went to find my grandma to find out the source of the smell, but I found her tinkering with the soymilk machine my mother had just bought. This is the latest model of soymilk machine, but my grandma said that the soymilk made by the soymilk machine does not have the original taste of the soymilk ground by a stone mill, so she did not use the soymilk machine. Today, she...

I didn’t ask grandma The source of the strange smell grabbed his schoolbag and ran to school. When he passed the balcony, he saw the stone mill again. Water seemed to be dripping from the edge of the stone mill. I thought, "Grandma no longer uses a stone mill to grind soy milk, and I will never be able to drink such sweet soy milk." In fact, I know that I am afraid that the many brothers in the family will deprive my grandma of her love for me.

I didn’t listen to a word of the whole morning class. In my mind was my grandma’s kind smile and the milky white of the soymilk machine.

When I returned home listlessly, I heard my grandma say to my grandpa: "I really don’t know how to use this new soymilk machine. Come and help me take a look! Also, I put it in when grinding the soymilk in the morning. I bought a handful of walnuts. My daughter said it was good for the brain, but Xiaoying didn’t seem to like it. She stopped drinking it after just one sip in the morning.”

I was immediately shocked by the strange smell of soy milk and the dripping water. Grinding, everything, it’s not that grandma doesn’t love me anymore, but that grandma is pouring all her love into me. But I wrongly blamed grandma.

The next morning, grandma was grinding soy milk again. A plate of walnuts was put aside, but grandma did not touch it because her favorite granddaughter did not like to eat it.

The stone mill grinds the soy milk, and I am "grinding" grandma's heart.

I walked over, grabbed a handful of walnuts and put them in the millstone. Looking at my grandma’s surprised eyes, I said, “Grandma, I like eating walnuts very much!” “Really? What do you like to eat? You can add whatever you want, the more things you put in, the more nutritious it will be.”

The aroma of soy milk still fills my home, and grandma’s love fills my heart with the aroma. Taking a sip of soy milk, it still has that rich and sweet taste.