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When I said this, I heard my breath clearly. I think I really can’t live without you-this life, the afterlife, I am willing to stay with you all the time. I have been with you since I was young, with my brothers and sisters. From my memory, you have occupied my whole childhood. If I hadn’t heard your nagging, I don’t think I can detect your aging till now. Forgive me for recording your details at this time. Forgive me for worrying about your leaving at this moment. I thought you would accompany me all the time, but I forgot the cruelty of time. Maybe one day you will leave me, but I can only cry in my memory. The day before yesterday, I went back to my hometown. The road was muddy and the wind was strong. The boundless snow couldn’t beat my shivering. You were not there when I got home. I was quiet in the empty courtyard, as if I would not grow old. What emerges in front of my eyes is that when I was young, those memories forgive me and I can only swallow it alone. I can’t describe it with words, and I don’t know how to describe it. When I saw you coming back, I suddenly felt very warm and safe. Maybe only by your side can I be spoiled and no longer worry about the snow. I walked out of the house, waiting for your return. Soon, your figure appeared in the distance. My name was Grandma from afar. I came back. Although it was far away, your smile was so clear. Yes, you were very happy, which old man is not looking forward to more birds leaving the nest every day?! Seeing you stumbling, my nose suddenly became Sour. You used to walk very fast, was it cold, or were you really old? When I got home, you always asked me whether I was cold or hungry. I suddenly wanted to cry because I didn’t know how many times I could listen to your concern in my life, you are no longer my grandmother who can keep out the wind and rain when I was young. I grew up, but you are old… I helped you cook at noon. When I took the knife in your hand to cut vegetables, a cold through bones pierced the residual temperature in my hand — I found that there was no handle on the kitchen knife! I really can’t think about how you cut vegetables at ordinary times! My grandma, my poor grandma! I blame you for not buying a new one, but you are like a child who has made a mistake explaining to me that my heart suddenly became sour, reciting your eyes and letting tears fall down. I remember that when I was young, you didn’t let me cook, saying that the food I cooked could only prevent hunger, and when I ran around in the kitchen, you would still say me. But now you can only look at me nearby, Grandma, am I growing up or are you really old? When cooking, you said that your sister-in-law called and said she would not let you go out and let you watch TV in the bed. I know that you remember your daughter’s concern in your heart, then you smiled and told me that I called when it snowed that day, At that time, you hadn’t got up yet. You said you didn’t find a thick layer of snow in the yard until you got up. I knew your happiness in your heart. Every old man would remember everything that his children did, but you told me such a simple thing six times during my day at home! Are you always remembering it, or are you forgetting something? If you really forget something, why do you remember the thing I called so clearly? If you don’t forget something, why do you mention it again and again? How can I persuade myself not to cry, my grandma! My only Grandma!!! Is time really so cruel? Can’t I really retain your past? If you really left, how can I keep going? How can I not be buried in this desolate world? How will I spend every day of aging? I can’t see tomorrow, how can I survive the dark night? How I wish that you will always be by my side to protect me from the wind and rain. How I wish that I will go back to my childhood and never grow up. I will go back to school and send clothes to my sister. When I told her these, her crying eyes became red and swollen. I said, “be filial to grandma while we still have time. In fact, we all know that it is while grandma still has time… Like (prose editor: prose online) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. 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[Introduction] at a certain moment, I handed over my heart, and the desolation in my heart was not a nightmare. As long as we are accompanied by tenderness, all the moments are flawless beauty. Because with you beside me and your warm care, I am happy. No matter how long or how long I spend together, as long as you are, no matter how bitter the mountain road is, it is also a journey full of flowers. There is always a dream in my heart that I can walk to that mountain Road hand in hand with those who know each other. There is breeze, white clouds, and you are by my side, listening to my happy and grateful heart. My wish is actually very small. I don’t expect how blue the sky is, how long the dream is, and how far the road is. I just hope to hold hands with you in the wind, let the mountain wind blow my hair, and arbitrarily open into a bunch of Mandala flowers. The ancient mountain road was engraved with people’s footprints. I don’t know how many lovers had been sentimentally attached here. Walking on the steep hillside, we felt the happiness accompanying each other. Hand in hand on the top of the mountain, happiness is not only my heart, but also a more beautiful world beyond my heart. It is not the beauty and charm of the scenery, but the scenery of you around you. Without you, my world would be so plain as water, just like the depressed distant mountains without scenery. The long-time wish has been realized now. Seeing the new green of the mountain with the people who fell in love with me, a touch of setting sun crossed the western sky, which was soft and full of happiness. Looking at your affectionate eyes, a trickle of whispers flows from the bottom of your heart. My eyes full of tenderness penetrated through my heart, and those three words echoed in my ears, blossoming in my heart and becoming an old tree forever. We had a heart-to-heart talk in the mountain depression. On that quiet afternoon, a bird occasionally flew across the sky, looking up at the blue sky, and everything was full of infinite scenery. People who are immersed in love sometimes seem to be ignorant children. Deliberate jokes will also touch sensitive nerves, so they make up their mind not to let you feel sad for me, if you shed tears, my face will always be wet, and if you are sad, my heart will always be painful. At a certain moment, I handed over my heart, and the desolation in my heart was not a nightmare. As long as we are accompanied by tenderness, all the moments are flawless beauty. Because with you beside me and your warm care, I am happy. No matter how long or how long I spend together, as long as you are, no matter how bitter the mountain road is, it is also a journey full of flowers. At this time, it was the blooming season of lilac. The thick fragrance was refreshing, and the breath of spring permeated our hearts, full of yearning and throbbing. The Qingdai in the distant mountain witnessed our feelings. It was in the early spring that we planted the seeds of love, and here was the fertile soil where we took root and sprouted. We can’t forget that morning when we embraced each other against the tree, leaving a permanent memory of love. We can’t forget that hazy night, when we looked up at the starry sky, love grew recklessly and sublimated into a beautiful fairy tale. I can’t forget the cherish each other on the mountain road, pick up the missing bit by bit, and gather into love. I remember you said that I like everything about you, including your shortcomings. I have been moved for a long time, happy for a long time, and also moved for a long time. The mountain road is winding, there are you and me, happiness all the way, Miss life. [Responsible editor: yi er]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…