One late night, I was hungry and got out of bed to find something to eat. As I passed by my grandmother's room, the door was slightly ajar. Out of curiosity, I peeked inside, and what I saw almost made me jump.,It's not because I'm afraid of my grandmother, but because my grandfather favors her. This is common knowledge in the family.,The grandmother, swayed by the rocking chair in the gentle breeze, rested peacefully on it amidst the verdant rebirth of all things.。