Moved

In the cold night, fickleness and sadness came to my heart again. I didn’t know what happened. I recalled all kinds of things in the past instantly, happy, sad, like, dislike, maybe at a certain age, I couldn’t live the life I wanted, so I suddenly wanted to go back to the past. I look like I don’t look forward to anything. Time flies so fast. It has been a year since my grandfather left in a flash. This year seems to disappear. I seem to live all the time. I missed the happy appearance at the dinner table when I lived in a family of seven, the coarse tea and light rice look like the delicacies of mountains and seas. The glittering fat meat will always present in front of grandpa like a beautiful scenery. I miss the way my grandpa waited for the CCTV news when the sunset went down. I miss the rice candy my grandpa put into my schoolbag when I was in high school. I miss Grandpa sitting on the chair again and again counting pieces of neatly worn RMB. I miss Grandpa’s returning home with a bag of fragmentary things in heavy snow and pouring out all the treasures. Look, these are all eaten in the hall. I put them in my pocket when they don’t pay attention to them, then you divide them one by one. I miss the day when my younger brother sat under the sunflower with a small bench and took grandpa to take photos, and the smile was so sweet. I miss the way Grandpa asked the time again and again after his memory was blurred. I miss my grandpa wearing the new shoes bought by my younger sister, and I spend half a year wearing them. I miss the way grandpa loves old cats, and now old cats are no longer there, the last time I went home, I heard from ao Ma that the old cat was old and was crushed to death by a car when crossing the road. My younger brother also buried the old cat with the neighbor’s little boy. I heard it at that time, but I was still sad for a long time. That was my grandfather’s favorite old cat. Now it has gone with him. All of a sudden, I seem to have endless nostalgia and endless yearning. All these imitations of Buddha happened in yesterday. Time can’t go back, and can’t go back to yesterday. I have stumbled over these years. Time has taught me to cherish, it taught me kindness and gratitude. There are fewer and fewer important people, and those who stay are more and more important. When I was most helpless and hesitant, I always thought of my family. The Loneliness of this year seemed to be lower than that of twenty-three years, and I couldn’t breathe. I always want to surround my family, like a lost child. I always want to listen to some mother AO’s broken thoughts and the way she treats me as a child, which makes me feel particularly kind. It seems that I was born to be trained, but I deeply like it. I like to see Aunt AO’s happy appearance and her love for us. Poor corns are put in the refrigerator for a season, saying that they are waiting for us to go home to eat the smell at home, all I heard was touched. And the poor wild lychee gradually turned from red to black. When I went back, there was only a body left. Ao Ma always thought of us, but often forgot herself, I often saw her sleeping on the sofa with the TV on. I woke her up loudly. I asked her why she still didn’t go to sleep. She said that she could go to sleep peacefully until my father came back, suddenly I felt very sad. I couldn’t say why I couldn’t do anything about it. I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t find the way to my vision.. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…