In my country, most elderly people dote on their children; on the contrary, my grandfather was an unusual person. He didn't like talking and he lived alone. Seldom did he care for his children. When they had their own family, I thought my grandfather did not like his grandchildren. However, my idea totally changed after one event. When I was 7-years old, my grandfather presented me with a couple of Holland Lop rabbits. When we raised the rabbits together, I found not only my grandfather's wisdom and patience, but also the love between us. It was the Chinese spring festival, the household would celebrate together and the older generation would generally give some gifts to the younger. Instead of the lucky money, which was a very normal gift in my eyes, my grandfather presented two Holland Lop rabbits to me. I was so surprised and extremely happy. My grandfather said, "When I first saw them, I thought of you. I knew you would like them because of their super small size and their natural gentle disposition." Admittedly, I liked the rabbits very much. They had black eyes and small ears. One of the rabbits was white and brown, another was grey. I was curious about why they were called Lop rabbits. My grandfather told me that their ears would grow downward, and the weight of these kind of rabbits was between 2 to 2.5 kg. For the next several days, we raised the rabbits together and I found that my grandfather was a patient and careful person. We bought a large rabbit cage and he advised me to put a hay ball in it, with which rabbits could play. Also, we kept the cage dry and healthy. My grandfather said that could prevent bacteria. What's more, we fed the mineral water to the rabbits and my grandfather also prepared some Timothy hay and rabbit food for them. I asked my grandfather if we should feed vegetables to the rabbits. He rejected my suggestion because of the danger of enteritis. During a sunny day, we also took the rabbits for a walk. However, not every day is a sunny day. One of my rabbits died, so I was very disappointed. The reason was that I had fed it too much but the rabbits did not feel full, so they kept eating. I cried and I buried it under the trees. My grandfather comforted me, "Maybe we loved it so much that we lost it." I was still confused about these words until he explained calmly, "If I talk too much, my child will think I'm nagging. If I live with my child, they will think I'm a trouble. Therefore, I speak little and live far." Suddenly, I wanted to give my grandfather a hug and I told him I loved him. From raising rabbits with my grandfather, I understood how much love was in my grandfather's heart. He preferred to live alone rather than being meddled in the lives of his children. He preferred to have a boring life than to tell us about his unhappiness. I know he loved us deeply. The most valuable memory was not those Holland Lop rabbits, which my grandfather had given me, but the period of raising rabbits with him.I thoroughly realized the wisdom, patience and love of my grandfather.