I accidentally saw a novel on the Internet using my name as the hero. I pasted it and read it slowly.
At that time, I stubbornly liked autumn and liked dancing a blue dress in the warm sunshine. I often imagine that one day I could run in the fallen leaves of the miscellaneous trees, and he followed me and waited for me to throw the fallen leaves. My wish began to grow as long as winter wheat seedlings when I met zichao.
High school is not a period of time when you often feel beautiful and romantic. We like to use silence and clench to fight against the load of things in our lives. In many cases, I select the former. On the days when the wind was clear and the clouds were pale, I often sat alone in the street not far from my school and read the tea lady of Xiao zhongma over and over again. The warm sunshine is pouring down through the wide colored leaves beside it, which is transparent and dark. Days, always blue everywhere, like a clear blue lake hanging on the tip of the heart. I always thought that there would never be a place that would keep me happy and sad like a forest.
Suddenly one day, a thin figure came into my sight calmly in my surprise. Blue sweater, white casual pants with a slight smile on your lips. "Little girls cannot read such books ." That sound is a good bass. "Reading, please read this. "He handed me a book. I looked up and stared at the clean face, and it seemed that something was hitting the wall gently.
"I think you have been sitting here for a long time. Do you always come ?"
"Of course. This is my pleasure, but not now. "My voice is lazy.
"Well? Why ?" He looked down at me, and I could even feel his breath was warm.
"Because of your appearance ."
I gently turned my head aside and said angrily.
"Oh? It's really a sin !" He smiled heartily. "I was here for the first time. My name is Zeng zichao, who is in N Major Civil Engineering Department and is in Grade 4 ."
"I didn't mean to know you again ." I muttered. Why? Today is not a weekend. Doesn't he have to attend classes? I glanced at him with precaution and did not speak any more. I bowed my head and continued to read my novel. He seemed to be confused by me, and finally pulled out a n-fold debit card from all his pockets and handed it to me. I glanced at Zeng zichao, Department of Civil Engineering, and then smiled with relief.
"Don't worry, I'm not a big wolf ." He joked.
"Hey, zichao! What are you doing? We are going back ." His friends waved at him in the distance.
"Goodbye, Dingxi. Are you DING Xi ?" He pointed to the school logo on my clothes and turned around bridly, crossed the bush and left. I looked at his straight back in confusion, why? When did I Replace "Camellia" with "Shirley selected poetry"? Open the answer page and arrange it one by one: this is a young and unwilling to be peaceful soul. Staring at that line as if jumping little words, I tried to remember what happened just now.
Now, it's really a heartbreaking evening. It's so sad that there's no more time to remember. The encounter with him was wonderful, but he took it for granted. As he said later, we are all single-wing angels. Only by embracing each other can we fly. People come to the world to find the other half. We come to the world to warm up each other.
At dusk, it was the familiar forest.
"From that far away to the beach, you gradually disappeared, and your blurred face gradually became clearer ......" The gentle, sealed, and slightly hoarse song floated gently over the Earth, and a warm breeze swept across the lonely autumn wind. The silence in my heart was quickly damaged, like the dew on the green leaves in the morning of summer. In an instant, the whole world seems to be quiet, just me and that song. I picked up a dry lawn and sat down. I picked up a leaf and held it in my hand. Looking for a sound source to look at the past, vaguely saw a boy with a guitar in his arms sitting next to a Wutong tree singing intently. I can't see his face clearly because I have a distance from him. "…… If the sea can take away my grief, like taking away every river ......" The gentle voice poured into my ears wave by wave. Listening and listening, my heart quietly showed a hazy image. He should have a pale, melancholy face, Clear eyes, and a pair of long repairing hands ......
"Hey, we have met again ." The voice was deep and plain, but it was too clear and suddenly. "A beautiful fallen leaf ." It's him !? The fallen leaves in my hands fell. He sat down beside me and watched me for a long time. His deep eyes were like the sea under the night sky, gentle and soft, so that every nerve of mine collapsed inexplicably, it seems that a little more pressure will break.
"Unfortunately, it's just a dead leaf that you don't miss ." I jumped off his eyes and gently looked over his face.
"At least it once went green. As long as the heart continues to flourish, life will also happen ." He smiled lightly and said, "Do you want to listen to songs ?"
"Well ." I nodded happily. "You 'd better sing with me ." He said with his face. So, like a child, we humped "childhood", "The children of the Earth", and "the olive tree" one by one.
How come you "intrude" on my land? I asked him when they were separated. Because I also like this piece of forest-"Miss landlord", can I divide a small block of land for me? He gave me a serious look.
The days to come are like the past, but the plain white sky has a gorgeous color in a twinkling of an eye. Like a singing song, it's like lying on the grass, taking a deep breath, mint, light green, air, sunshine ...... Maybe I don't know what love is at the age of seventeen. Maybe the strange feeling in my heart is admiration, not love. Even if he knows that she already exists in his life, even if this is a feeling destined to be hidden at the beginning, I still clearly felt that some part of my body fell to the ground at 1.1. Every night, the lonely heart is like a bottomless transparent cup, desperately loading something called missing. I am eager to go to the forest, and want to "Meet him unexpectedly ". I like to hear him give me a deep voice to read Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kang Qiao", but he is also the west wind song of Shirley. I like to listen to him, and I can say anything. He is happy, and I am happy with him. When he occasionally mentions her in another city, his eyes are full of clear melancholy. He is another boyfriend. This fact often makes my heart ache. I often wonder what kind of genie the happy girl has and what kind of face it has? It must be an angel girl.
I once looked at the bright and distant sky and said to him, I said, I hope I can have a small land, raise some cattle and sheep, grow some vegetables, and build a wooden hut in the future, standing in the shadow of the fence with the person I love breathe thin smoke, so I have lived for a lifetime.
He kept silence. I know that he understands the sadness and gentleness in his eyes, the simplicity and purity of his mind, and the sadness of his mind. Although the three words have been clearly revealed, we don't even mention them, because we have reasons not to mention them. This is especially true in my life.
Outside the window, the sunset of fire makes the sky clear and sad. I took the last self-study class and walked out of the classroom. I walked to the miscellaneous tree. One piece, two pieces, three pieces, soft breeze, the film leaves slowly scattered in sight as a flower, I looked up slightly, listen to the soft voice when they rushed to the Earth. Suddenly I think of a poem: Welcome to my direction/perhaps the most beautiful piece of/not ......
"Why don't I find a bag to pack them ?" That sound? I suddenly looked back and paused, and then jumped up. He stood behind me, with a back-up Sunset, his face smiled as calmly as before. "They should be installed, shouldn't they ?" I turned around silently without saying anything. I put my hand in my coat pocket and watched the ground move slowly. He is behind me. As we walked in the silence of the trees, our feet were broken. Do we even know the fallen leaves at our feet were painful?
"DING Xi ." He suddenly called me behind him, caught up, stood in front of me, his generous palm stayed in the air for five seconds, and then fell on my head, helping me put a few flowers away. The gentleness of his eyes spread quietly in the softest place of my heart like water. I hope that this kind of plain feelings will survive forever. "Let's make an appointment. I will wait for you next fall. If you can get the university notice, I will help you pick up a huge bag of fallen leaves, OK ?"
"Yes ?" My chest is full of joy.
"Yes !"
He looked at me with clear eyes. Years flow by us like a river that is not tired. The twenty black month has finally passed. I stood in the hot sun and breathed a sigh of relief. The joy of the heart slowly stretched under the free sky. Wait for me. You must wait for me! I shouted in my heart and ran to the forest with an admission notice. However, sometimes, happiness is wings, and it will fly far without sound. Holding the letterhead left by him, I am like a bird who has lost courage, and forgets the wings of the fan, standing in that piece of familiar and distressed miscellaneous wood, sadly look up at the corner of the sky. Doesn't it mean that the tears will not fall down when I raise my head? My tears are still surging.
"DING Xi, I remember the first time I met you in the miscellaneous tree. You were very clear and dressed in blue-like skirts. You sat quietly in the middle of a pile of fallen leaves and read the novels of Xiao zhongma, it is like a fairy who accidentally falls into the mortal world. Do you know? You shouldn't have read such a novel at that age. The text in it is too realistic and sad, and you have a pure dream in your heart ...... Margaret said, life should be a little different than kiss, promise and moonlight. Please forgive me for failing to fulfill my promise. She said that she could not be without me in her life. If she lost me, she would die, and in fact she did. I went to the hospital and saw her. It looked pale and terrible. The cut on my wrist was very deep and shocking. I have to take care of her. This is my responsibility ......"
Film leaves quietly scattered, with the hope of the earth and a bit of nostalgia for the old tree. As in the fall of last year. However, those warm eyes, a slight smile, but silently drifting away.
"I don't like sorrow. We will all die ." Everything remains the same. There seems to be a huge invisible gap in life, which cannot be filled. Maybe the inspiration for love will eventually be sold out. Then, in my simple memories, it will accumulate, become yellow, and die out.
I heard that his wedding with her is scheduled for summer. That season was so arrogant that I didn't like it.
One day, I lay a letter quietly in my mailbox. The sharp handwriting should come from a female's hand. There is only one simple line of words on White Paper: Do you hurt? I picked up your fallen leaves. Listen, Ye's voice
So far, I still remember the big camphor tree on campus. I asked a Tang, do you like ding? He said yes. Do you like it? He liked it. Then I went to the North and heard that he was not going back. So I always don't understand. If we say everything has an initial stage and everything has a final stage, then how can we leave my world in a hurry without giving a full stop to the story?
Get to know a Tang because I sent a text to the radio station. "…… When I hear your blue with a sunny day, I feel like you are a season that truly falls into the tears of the poet ...... You said that this season's loneliness is like a cup of coffee without sugar, so that your heart is blank without clouds, so I have a wish: find a bunch of colorful sugar to dissolve into your bitter coffee ......" The strange thing is that this letter is not pasted with a stamp, but directly placed in the transfer room. A week later, he suddenly received a card from his maple leaf specimen. Curious, I really want to know where the self-proclaimed a Tang is "holy ". Later, I found out that Tang was the senior doctor of the Medical Science Department of gaochu.
Blue knit sweater, washed white jeans, like to sit by the window my position. "Are you Donald Duck ?" I got the information and ran into the library with a burst of wind. "Er? Sorry! I think you have made a mistake. My name is Tang, but it is not Tang laoya ." He slowly pulled a pair of dead fish eyes from the book stack and stared at me for about five seconds. Oh, my God, there's a pair of pretty eyes, like a glass ball, hidden in the black hair like a weed. It's damn clear! I also stared at him for eight seconds. Hey hey, he not only looks like a person, but also looks pretty good-he has a thick eyebrow and a straight nose. He smiled and showed a lovely tiger tooth, refreshing like that bright morning. "Hey, please don't look at me like a vampire, can you? ." "You ...... How do you know that I'm watching you? Hum !" I gave him a nasty look. "Haha ...... Someone blushes, haha ......" "Do you have to worry about the sun? I can warn you not to write any strange messages to me in the future. There will be a future !" Then I quickly escaped from the library. The reason is that I am afraid of being worn by those bright eyes.
Later, no matter where you go, you will always encounter a strange and unexpected face. On one occasion, he suddenly stopped me and asked, "Hey, are you in love ?" "Do you have a neural short circuit? Why are you asking such strange questions ?" "Hey, if you don't say anything, God will punish you ." A Tang looked at me with a bad smile. Next second, he slowly took out a plastic bag from behind his back and shook in front of me. "Ah !" I was shocked, and there were a few caterpillars that were still crawling. "Tell you, miss Ben has been in love for many times ." I quickly grabbed the bag, threw it at the top of my head, and ran away quickly. "Is it later ?" A Tang shouted at my back.
Maybe young people are a very easy topic to start and talk about. From then on, Ding's life had a boy chatting with her and basking in the sun. We like to walk across the streets in the breeze. Sometimes I may suddenly run beside him in a naughty manner, climb the flyover one breath, and lie on the railing in the birds and birds in the city. He can always catch up with me bridly, and pat my head with warm hands, even if the action is clumsy like a cat in a pet shop, it became a classic in my memories.
We will also quietly walk the path to the mountains on sunny weekends. The tree shadows along the road slowly pass. It seems blue. By accident, I bent over to pick up a fallen leaf and put it in my hand to play: "He knows the dream of small pink flowers. In the autumn, there will be spring, and he also knows the dream of fallen leaves, after spring or autumn." "Lu Xun's autumn night?" "Well. I like the faint sadness of fallen leaves, just like a desert with a sunset. It sacrifices all of itself to the Earth without reservation, just to prepare a dream season, even if no one will remember it. So I have a wish to collect a lot of fallen leaves and publish a collection of fallen leaf specimens ." A Tang also picked up a piece of Wutong leaf at his feet and looked at me thoughtfully. "Ding ding, look! Those on your left are the maple trees. By the time of the late autumn, every leaf on the tree will fade into the red and red colors. At that time, the mountains and trees are dazzling red and beautiful. "A Tang's eyes are shining with something special. Ding ding -- maple leaf -- a Tang, I seem to wait for a moment and want to see how beautiful it is.
The happy clock seemed to be flying. I don't know when the old wolf's sad folk song was filled with the sky on campus: "…… You always say that graduation is nowhere to go, and everything goes on in a twinkling of an eye ......" A Tang is about to graduate. He cannot accompany me to see maple leaf. "Ding ding, I will leave the city in a few days. You ...... Do you have nothing to say to me ?" For the first time, I saw the fear of seriousness and seriousness in the eyes of a Tang. "Oh, good luck !" Saying goodbye is the most annoying thing in my life. I pretended to bow my head and put my hands on the fallen leaves, so I didn't look at the eyes of a Tang. "What else ?" "Well, take care! I will pray for you every day ." In fact, I want to say that I will really miss him. "Well, I 'd like to tell you something fun. I had to fold one thousand paper cranes to deliver them to you, but I took them out from the bottom of my bed yesterday. Funny, right? Haha ......" I am desperately giggle, afraid that a Tang can see the true tears and sadness in my eyes. "Okay, understand! I need your blessing. Were you kidding me? I mean, the group of mice are pretty funny ." Tang's face was clearly filled with disappointment.
A Tang went to the far north. I didn't go to the mountains to see the maple leaf in the late autumn. I used to sit quietly in the classroom and enjoy the dancing posture of every fallen leaves in the cold air.
In the spring of the next year, I did not wait for a message from Tang. He didn't come back that summer.
I have decided to leave all the scattered plots in the season where the poet's tears have fallen, stubbornly choose the southern part of the sky that does not see fallen leaves. More than 600 days and nights have been familiar with the city, and I have gradually changed from a simple and ignorant girl to a girl who has been living and traveling all day long. I thought a Tang would evaporate from my life with the tear of the calendar. However, in the many dream domains, I always hear the voice of ye. The red, yellow, and yellow leaves dancing all over the sky, like the tears of the sun, one by one, one by one, dancing in my life.
When I went back to the small city that had been away for nearly two years, my sister-in-law handed me a huge bag of fallen leaves and a pile of letters. "ding, where did you go? Let's take a look. Your stupid nature makes you miss something very important in your life ." Yan Zi is the only person who knows the story between me and Tang.
"Hey, Ding ding, are you okay? Is your smile so bright? Do you think of Donald Duck occasionally? The door opened early this morning, and the warm sunshine surged in. There were a lot of colored butterflies dancing in the garden in front of them, as if you were wandering in my eyes. In the late autumn of last year, I used every rest day to climb the nearby hills, large and small, to help you collect all kinds of fallen leaves, including sycamore, birch, and elm leaves ...... There are many types. Maybe you will soon be able to publish a collection of fallen leaf specimens ......"
"Ding ding, I would like to say to you a word: I always want to walk on that beautiful mountain road with you, with soft winds and white clouds, you are here to listen to my happiness and gratitude ......"
"Ding ding, it's snowing, it's snowing in the North! As the Fallen Leaves dance in the sky. They must look pretty good on your hair. I chose the North because of snow, fallen leaves, and your dream. I remember that when it was snowing, you always got up early and played a series of messy footprints on the school runway ...... Ding ding, didn't you always want to see a snow in the north? Come on! You will see your smiling face in the snow, waiting for you, waiting for you ......"
A Tang? A Tang! I went crazy about this name. Hold the bag of fallen leaves tightly and look for memories in every fallen leaves. I decided to stay in this small town we first met. I said I was crazy, but I believe a Tang will be back.
The weather was exceptionally good that day, and the sunshine in the early autumn surrounded me warmly. I want to go from the street to the alley, and then from the alley to the street. A Chinese cheongsam in the street window attracted my eyes. Black fabric, yellow fallen leaves with a few small pearls next to it, simple and chic. I stare at the fallen leaves, and my thoughts fall deep in my memory. I don't know how long it will take, and there seems to be a direct eye behind me. I stood there without a move and did not dare to look back or move. "Is it ding ?" The familiar sound passed through the eardrum, and my heart trembled. A tall shadow quickly jumped in front of me to block my blank line of sight. "Ding ding, it's you! It's really you !" The man in front of me was dressed in dark gray, and the clear eyes on his face filled with joy once gave me a dream. "A Tang ?!......" "Tang, Tang, I am here ." A girl wearing a pink coat across the street, Ting, crossed the road and stood in the middle of us, looking at a Tang affectionately. She has a cute doll face and a pair of slim eyes. The long hair falls straight down on her shoulders, which looks very nice. "Er, xiaoya, I want to introduce you to Dingxi, my school girl ." A Tang pointed to me awkwardly. "Hi, hello! I heard from Tang often mention you ." "Oh? Yes ?" I smiled unnaturally. "Wow, pretty! There are fallen leaves ." Xiaoya excitedly pointed to the cheongsam in the window. "Let's go and have a look ." She moved Tang to the store in a different way. "Ding ding, Let's contact again !" Don turned back and said hello to me. I turned and left with a stiff smile, and made a series of consistent slow actions in the cooler wind.
We are in a coffee house named "Season 5. I rummaged out from my closet the long plaid dress that I used to wear when I was a student. "You ......" "I ......" We stared at each other in silence, and then suddenly began to speak at the same time. "Ding ding, have you had a good time in recent years ?" "Okay ." "You ...... I have never received my email ?" "Yes ." The long boot of the wind flute is accompanied by Schiller. The emotional voice of dihoun overflows from every corner of the room, melancholy and sadness, and I hear it out of my breath. "Why not reply to me? Why? I look forward to your messages crazy every day. Do you know ?" Tang's eyes became messy and hot. "That day, I met xiaoya when I was watching maple leaves on the hill. She picked up a lot of fallen leaves, and she also had a desire to share with you about fallen leaves. I ......" "Isn't that good ?" My voice was faint, quietly holding the cup of coffee without sugar in my hand. "DING Xi, how can you be so indifferent? Are you not feeling at all about me from start to end ?" "No, it's not like this !" I shouted in my heart. "I love you! DING Xi, I still love you !" "You ......" Every nerve in my body jumped up and turned over the coffee cup in front of me. A few minutes later, I heard my own calm voice: "Sorry! He waited for me in the south. I will go back the day after tomorrow. Xiaoya is a pretty cute girl. She loves you very much, so cherish her ." Tian knows that there is no "him" at all. My sorrow was quietly released in the air of a Tang Yuwen. I once again let him out of my sight. The tears that have been accumulated for a long time are still flowing down, and with the salty taste, I silently read the poem "wrong" by Xi tomb Rong over and over again:
If love can be explained/vows can be modified/if you and I can be rescheduled/then/life will be easier/if one day/I can finally forget you/however/This it's not a simple story or a drama to be staged tomorrow./I can't find the original article/And then erase you ......
When I went through the window and looked at the fallen-leaf cheongsam, it was empty. The clerk said he was bought by a young couple. The girl liked the chic fallen leaf pattern and the boy bought it and gave it to the girl. I think the girl must be very beautiful.
The sky in Shenzhen is under fire in those days when I went back to the south. I feel like a plant baked in the scorching sun, eager for the rainy season. Grandma, dear grandmother
Grandma looks thin and thin. She is a woman with a full foot. She has a clear and white face and a pair of narrow eyes, keeping her short hair clean.
My grandfather and my grandmother had seven children, five female and two male, and three of them died. My grandfather was born in the main family. After a few years of private school, I wrote a beautiful pen, which is a famous tuxiu talent in the village. What are the stories in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Grandma big words do not know a few, but clever, will make the fragrant glutinous rice dumplings, delicious glutinous rice dumplings, red dates, sesame, longan, eat sweet and soft in the mouth. Especially the sour radish pickled by my grandmother is refreshing and crisp, so far I want to give my mouth a drop. The sour jujube cake made by my grandmother, Red potato chips, and dried pumpkin are all the most wonderful jiashou products in my childhood.
When I was a child, the happiest thing was to go to the neighboring village with my grandparents to watch the movie. There is a huge camphor tree in the neighboring village, and some vendors selling cotton candy, melon seeds, and Ling Jiao under the tree. The Playstation was built on the side of the tree. It was big and simple, and the wooden table was standing on it. The whole audience was covered with a white canvas. They could only hear the noise of the drums, the locks, and the opening of the show. I don't know how to watch a movie. I'm only interested in the shadows shaking on the canvas. it's very interesting that shadows can "speak" and "Dance knives and guns. During the show, I had already been sleepy on my grandmother's back. In the confusion, I only remember that many people walked all the way on the narrow stalk, talking and laughing, and the night sky was intertwined with the light shaking by a flashlight, the scent of Rice flowers and soil are everywhere, and frog sounds in the paddy field. Someone gently opened the scarf on my head and asked Grandma, is this sweet daughter? It looks strange and clever. Xiang is the name of her mother. Well. Tired, sleep on your back. My grandmother shrugged me up and down with caution.
In spring, my grandmother will always plant all kinds of fruits and vegetables behind the house in front of the door, with slender loofaes, pumpkin on the back of the circle, and slim beans. Their vines climb up along the Adobe Walls and wooden poles, the branches and leaves were stretched and stacked together, and even a few were naughty to reach the room. The whole house seemed to be a green Palace. In the summer, their mature fruits lie under the eaves, and they look like a beautiful curtain.
In the summer night, my grandmother put a bamboo bed in the center of the yard, lying on top, you can look up at the stars in the sky, the lovely young dance around, the young girl hid in the grass to sing. At that time, my grandmother shook a huge fan to help me drive away mosquitoes, while pulling home with my grandfather.
Grandma raises a few pig. When it's dark, she raises a large bucket of pig to feed them. A group of ducks and a big goose were also fed. Every morning, my grandmother got up early and rushed the ducks and geese together to the back hill to eat grass. Then she beat the pig Luo to eat the next day. I followed my grandmother and drank a duck group with a piece of bamboo to prevent them from running around. Seeing that they were all eating separately, they put down the bamboo and went to the grass to find snails and grasshoppers.
Once my grandmother took me to the mountains to dig sweet potatoes and pick beans. I was so happy that I ran to the back of my grandmother's hillside to play a slingshot. The slingshot was sent to me by brother tree. Shu Ge is Mao's eldest son and lives next to his grandmother's house. I learned how to use shujia to draw one eye, pull the slingshot, and shoot the stones in it to a long distance. I spent the whole afternoon in this monotonous game. Later, I caught a fat winter melon not far away from the melon shed. One, two, three... I shot the stone into the heart of the melon accurately, and left large and small bullet holes in their green bodies. My grandmother stood behind me and looked at me with a very serious statue. My face looked so fierce that I had never seen before. You have a poor child! Grandma glared at me angrily, picked up the bamboo on the ground and smoked a few times on my ass. Then she threw me down on the lawn like a rabbit. I cried, "wow", and my grandmother didn't love me anymore. She beat me! The young mind is full of fear, thinking of the fear of losing love. I cried and hugged my grandmother's leg, and squashed my tears and nose into her pants. My grandmother squatted down and gently wiped the tears from her face with her sleeves, saying, why are you so ignorant? How can we spoil it? In the evening, my grandmother picked two of the largest winter melons from her garden and pulled them to my neighbor's house to apologize. The next day, I returned the slingshot to shuige.
My childhood is pure and warm, and my grandmother's love is like a small stream, which makes my heart full of joy.
When I grow up, I seldom have time to visit my grandmother. When I work in other places, I can only ask my mother about my grandmother on the phone.
I went back to the end of last year. I didn't expect this trip to be a funeral for my grandfather. My grandmother stood in the yard to greet me, bent his back, and the wrinkles on his face were engraved deep by years. I took my grandmother's thin hands, and my eyes turned red in an instant. The hands that once warmed my childhood are cold and thin. My grandfather is already in security, and I cannot even see the last side of his old family. Before my grandfather's portrait, I couldn't help myself. This old man, who has played an important role in my childhood, can only be used to miss my life.
When the day is not bright, grandma has got up, busy in the kitchen, porridge, breakfast. In my daze, I seem to have seen my grandfather sitting in the kitchen surrounded by firewood. The firewood was shining in the kitchen Hall, and the red firelight reflected on my grandfather's face. It was so quiet and peaceful.
My grandmother planted chrysanthemums in the yard, which were very beautiful.
