To say the truth about the great disrespect: I hate my grandfather more and more. Just recently, during the Spring Festival, my grandfather had a few reunion dinners at my house. However, before the meal, her old man sat at the table early, smoked a cigarette leisurely, silently spewed clouds and mist, and from time to time spit a mouthful of yellow phlegm on the ground, and then stepped on it with her feet. I see this kind of behavior in my eyes and remember it in my heart. After the meal, instead of getting up and leaving his seat, he immediately lit a cigarette and began to cast that almost suffocating smoke again. The whole space was a cloud of smoke and miasma. Although this is my grandfather, when I think of him as an old man who is addicted to gambling, my kind of respect for the old man can't be lifted. Therefore, this year's Spring Festival, I did not send him red envelopes, nor did I buy any gifts to honor his old man. I don't know, am I doing this right?
![Remembering my grandfather, I am grateful for my grandfather's cultivation and care for me, my grandfather is very industrious two, my grandfather is very frugal three, my grandfather attaches great importance to reading four, my grandfather does not interfere with the marriage of my children Five, my grandfather cultivates and cares for me[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)