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Faraway Thoughts Essay 1Do not hate the end of the world people miss, the destiny is not yet finished but still see each other.
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The remnants of the sun to leave thoughts, passing all the emotions, the fate is too short, but also see each other?
Memories of that year light like a dream, the fingers are too wide, the time is thin, not to mention the thought of the previous ......
Think of that year, the wind blowing the light and shadow, broken and narrow, the wind blew the river shaking, the wind blew over the clouds, the sky clouds like feathery fish scales scratching the clarity of the general. The wind blew on me and my friends like cold hands with a hint of coolness. Miserable, the grass seems to be blown out of the soul as well, swaying with the wind, dancing with vigor and youth, the surrounding silence, the crows are silent. Time is slowly flowing.
"This is for you," he said. I looked at his hands, there is only a letter, there is still a folded mark on it still with some old flavor, I took the letter with sadness in my heart, I shouted again: "Will you come back?" His feet moved a little, then turned his head and walked away, he walked a few steps and then shouted: "Maybe," and then said again. At that moment, I stood in a hurry, to the line of sight is no longer blurred, let listen to the cry of the years, I know that a faint thoughts, never far away.
Time flies, like the sand flowing in the hands can not be undone. Sitting alone at the table, I was alone there. Recall what he said to me, that sentence "may be" has been in my mind, looking out the window rain patter, is not inevitable back to recall the journey of the past, the glass on the slippage. Some people think the fastest thing must be time, but I think it is time and life frustration. Always think of him, but never met, never forget the letter, which poured me and he **** with the same thoughts, time like running water, "sand sand sand" in the slow flow, my thoughts are beginning to evacuate.
Time is like a shining light will always darken when, like a pile of sand in the hand can never be grasped, more like the distant thoughts. I can not get out of the fence of time. I want to think about it and not see it.
Tadodo once said, "For me, thinking, is the best time." If you want to get what you miss in the world, first the world has to miss you first.
When I was a kid, my mom and dad were working abroad, and I was brought up by my grandmother. At that time, sitting on the long bench, looking at the blue sky, I quietly thought, mom and dad side will be how?
Whenever it's dark, a dimly lit street lamp in the countryside lights up and shines on the road, making it almost impossible to see, and the pedestrians on the road are rare. My grandmother and I are early into the quilt to watch TV. TV, whenever the night falls, the city streets, lit up the colorful neon lights, red like fire, purple like aubergine, green like a leaf, yellow like gold ...... pedestrians wearing a variety of clothes, the face is full of happiness and smiles, the old grandpas and grandmothers in the square happily dancing square dance.
In the countryside, the things I see every day are more than familiar to me, ordinary houses are at most two stories high, narrow paths curved, and even cars are not common ...... A thought of the faraway places where my mother and father are located, my mind instantly surfaced a picture and a colorful scene: a A majestic skyscraper stands on the solid flat ground; on the road, a variety of cars come and go, endless flow; green grass on both sides of the road, flowers quietly bloom elegant buds, to show people a beautiful smile ...... Although these I have only seen on TV, but I think mom and dad's side should be and TV's It's almost the same.
Mom and dad occasionally come back to see me, but each time with me to get together is always so short. Whenever the Lantern Festival, other people are eating sweet dumplings, talking and laughing together, while mom and dad are not around; and the Mid-Autumn Festival, other people are eating fragrant mooncakes, reunion together, enjoying the good moments, mom and dad are still not around. At this time we can only call and greet each other.
How I wish I could spend the festival with my mom and dad who are working far away from me, how I wish they could all be by my side to spend more time with me!
Thoughts from afar essay 3Thoughts that are far away, but in the heart.
That morning, I walked alone by the river in shallow summer contemplating. The river was flooded with a thin layer of mist, the air is still a little cool, light, playing hide-and-seek. Suddenly, a light rain fell and I ran. Rain, under the slightly sweet, the mist floating on the river, slightly drunk, frustrated.
Running, I ducked into a dessert store. Open the door, a burst of milky flavor wrapped around the tip of the nose, spinning, before I had time to taste carefully on the floor of the wind ringing "ting, bell".
My eyes involuntarily looked across the street to a kind grandmother, holding a spoon in her hand, feeding her 5-year-old granddaughter a piece of strawberry cake. The rain stopped and the sun came out. Through the light, I could feel that they seemed to have the whole world with each other, happiness overflowing on their faces, which instantly made me miss my grandmother in a faraway place.
Back to 8 years ago, I still vaguely remember the time when my grandmother took me to the street to sell candies. "Nui Nui, hurry up, Grandma will take you to Jiang Bo to sell candies," Grandma called me excitedly, and this was the happiest time for me.
The golden yellow sprinkled on the ancient street, early in the morning, the whole street, only my grandmother and I jumping, as a happy rabbit. Walking around, I saw Jiang Bo blowing sugar man on a small horse. When I was young, I felt that Jiang Bo was a fairy, and that the shapeless sugar cubes came to life when he blew and pinched them under his hands. The car was full of candy figures, including rabbits and tigers....... Grandma would always give me a dollar, hold a piece of candy to my mouth, and ask me to blow on it. I drummed up enough strength to blow even face red, that piece of sugar bulging up as if to be broken belly, more and more light through. Every time I would scream with excitement, Grandma would always be pleased and kindly said to me, "Awesome, blowing so beautiful." Finally, I do not know what is blowing, but heard the grandmother's praise is always happy, revealing the child naive smile ......
Grandma can be said to be the best childhood playmate, but because of the school's sake, we have to be separated, but my thoughts have been in the far away drifting.
Back to the present, I suddenly thought of something. Thoughts, in the distance, out of reach, but in the heart, within reach. In the limp time, the world is far away, has long been things are different, cherish the moment than thoughts are more important, but this beautiful thoughts have been buried in the heart, never forget.
Thoughts, in the distance, unattainable, but also in the heart, reachable.
Thoughts from afar essay 4Memories accompanied by the hot summer, little by little, expanding and deepening, fragmented memories from slowly, slowly ...... make up. My happiness comes from far away - with thoughts of paper cuttings.
Every time I return to my hometown, I immediately run to your Japanese-style teahouse. Because you would sit peacefully on a Japanese-style stool and kindly teach me how to cut paper.
Grandma Lin's paper-cutting is very colorful and vivid. She cut a dragon like a dragon, a phoenix like a phoenix, an old dog to watch over the house, and a rooster to crow. The people in the village are all praising her! The food in the Japanese-style teahouse she runs is also very tasty, and everyone who has come here has nothing but praise for it!
Grandma Lin is very old and has no children. Every time I went back to see her when I was growing up, I found that her face was gradually covered with wrinkles.
When I was a kid, when I went back from school, I rushed to Grandma Lin's place first. The first time I saw you in the paper cutting, I would squat next to the quiet scrutiny. Sometimes you would even pull me up and teach me how to cut a few knives, making me ecstatic. The first thing I realized was that you were sending your thoughts to me.
This time I returned to the village, heard that Grandma Lin memory loss, shocked! I saw you sitting on the hanging chair, listless, I wept. You see me, as if seeing hope, pointing at me even said oh oh oh, but can not say a complete paragraph. I took out the scissors, accompanied by your memories of the things I used to teach me to do, and found that your hand is like a long drought and flexible, accompanied by paper-cutting, your thoughts seem to stay somewhere, and found that the corners of your eyes slowly slipped down a few drops of tears.
The wind in the evening sun is so cool, the sunset in Sanya is so stunning, the beautiful bamboo basket is so exquisite, the hairpin made of jade is so attractive, and all these are not as good as the paper you cut.
Sadness is inevitable. But as long as I think of your company in my childhood, my mouth unconsciously overflowed with smiles.
Your thoughts of me, floating from afar. And my attachment to you, layers and layers.
Thoughts from afar essay 5The Spring Festival has just passed, and our family has returned to the city from our hometown. Hanging up the phone to my grandmother to report safety, obviously only a short time apart, my heart but a surge of thoughts of my grandmother, my hometown ......
Winter vacation, I have been in Qiandao Lake, Zitong Town, my grandmother's home to play. There is no more prosperous than Yiwu, but it is the most beautiful place in my heart.
I love the mountains and waters of Zitong. The green mountains, the green water, the low houses, and the tinkling brook, all mesmerized me. Because of the New Year's period has been in the snow and rain, the creek side of the stone road is too slippery, it is easy to danger. My mother gave me a "ban", forbidding me to go to the creek to wash clothes, and also forbidding me to go to the creek to see the grouper, which is my favorite thing to do every time I go back to my grandma's house. I had to look forward to the sky every day, but unfortunately, I have not looked forward to the sky, I have to go back to Yiwu, which has become the biggest regret in my winter vacation.
I miss Zitong's grandma and grandma. Before I left, my grandmother and I said that she would not be able to sleep for several days after we left. I feel that I really do not compete, so big still must follow mom and dad early to return to Yiwu, why can not stay to stay with Grandma more? Grandma brought me up to the age of six, and during those years she memorized Tang poems and sang children's songs with me. And there is my ninety-one-year-old grandmother, who is now living alone. Every day Grandma brings her meals and food, and I don't know if I'll see her again the next time I go back.
I miss Zitong's Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell and Dangdang were originally twin dogs, and their names were still given to them by me. When I was five years old, they came to me and became my childhood companions. However, one day Tink was hit by a car and died. In honor of Tink, I changed Dang Dang's name to Tinkerbell. I only go back a few times a year, but no matter how long it is, every time I enter the village, Tinker Bell will run all the way over to greet me, wagging its head and tail, and jumping up to tease me from time to time. Every time I left, it always chased to send me to the village entrance, it looked at me fondly, throat asked to send out almost whimpering sound, seems to be afraid that I will never come back.
The mountains of my hometown, the water of my hometown, the people of my hometown, the love of my hometown, are the best memories of my childhood. They are like the stream in the hometown, gently roaming through the heart, diffusing the warmth of affection ......
Faraway Thoughts Essay 6Early in the morning, the cool wind came, and I came to the pond where the geese were roosting, where it was very quiet, and occasionally came the honking sound of the geese. Suddenly a few beautiful geese flapped their wings and flew away into the blue sky. Looking at these geese gradually far away, as if to let me remember the good friends and I parted with the moment in the past.
It was an afternoon during the winter vacation, the sun was shining brightly, the sun was shining high, and I was walking along the canal with my dear grandma. We were sitting on a chair in the sun. I realized that there was a cute little girl sitting on another chair next door. We looked at each other and couldn't help but both have big smiles on our faces. So soon we became good friends. At first, I found that her speaking accent was different from ours, and when I asked, I realized that her name was Jiajia, a native of Henan, and that her mom and dad usually worked in Hangzhou, so it was rare to meet them, and we could only be together when we were on vacation. Since then we played together every day and soon established a deep friendship. We were observing insects, playing two swordsmen, playing hide-and-seek, playing house games, and having so much fun every day! The sound of laughter swung around the empty canals! Unfortunately, the happy time is passing quickly, and the winter vacation will soon be over! My good friend is also going back to Henan to go to school. On that late night before we left, we held hands as we had just met, "Although we are not together, our hearts will always be attached to our friends in faraway places." This is the verse we recited together aloud before Jia Jia left.
Now, I still miss my faraway friend, Jiajia. Even if the distance is long, I can't stop thinking about my friend, and even if the space is far away, I won't be lonely if I have a friend in my heart. This friendship is so important to me! It is so nostalgic! The Great Wall of Beijing is 10,000 miles long, not as long as Jiajia sends me love. I believe that the power of thoughts is infinite, one day, my faraway friends will meet with me.
Looking at these geese spreading their wide wings and flying, I wish I could be these geese right now, carrying my strong thoughts and deep blessings to Jiajia, and bring it to my distant friends.
I was born in the fall of a broken heart, my grandfather's father went away in that season, my father and my uncles were laid off one by one. The family's income was immediately supported by a pitifully small number of dozens of orange trees. Almost the whole family went out to work, and the only one who stayed behind to take care of me was my grandmother! Grandma, she was a super person! I heard from my mom that he's been raising me since I was first born. He had to clean the house, do the laundry and cooking, and look after the fruit trees every day, for starters. Every day must be very caring me this "small", crying, but also coaxed me to sleep; hungry, had to put the rice cellar, pulled out a small handful of "high-quality rice" simmering a big bowl of porridge, I drank just cry. I could only look at my grandmother with childish eyes, and she smiled gently and tasted very bitter! Although Grandma took good care of me, but the most unwanted thing happened. I got sick! It wasn't a serious illness, both a fever and a cough. The village doctor came and could only shake his head and say, "This boy is very sick, I can't cure him!" The family was in a mess, the grandmother rushed to mobilize the whole village people, a huge, set out to go to the city hospital ten kilometers away. In the words of the time, "If someone here wants to be saved, the whole village must come to help!" The journey was long, but Grandma still carried me for more than twenty miles and more than six hours. Grandma rushed to hand me over to the doctor before she felt very tired herself, and slept for more than twenty hours ...... because of that illness, I left the aftermath - asthma. So much so that I am, to this day, not very well. Grandma don't blame yourself, I don't blame you. I was saddened to learn of your illness. Believe me, even if it is twenty kilometers of road, I will walk.
In the distance is my hometown. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to do it. Grandma expects me in the rattan chair, he has been disappointed again and again, I am indeed the returnee, but can not be like a passer-by, run to fly freely.
Faraway thoughts essay 8When I stood on the beach and stared at the vast and boundless sea in the distance, my heart was deep under the sea tightly attracted to a series of wonderful and magical fairy tales in my mind, the sea that graceful mermaids in particular, let me envy; when I lay on the grass and looked up at the mysterious and inexplicable night sky in the distance, my heart was the azure night sky y mesmerized by, a shocking mythological story. A shocking mythological stories in front of my eyes jumping, the moon that has extraordinary magic Chang'e fairy especially let me envy; when I sat on the airplane bird's-eye view of the distant rolling hills, the heart can not help but be a little bewildered: what will be in the mountains?
Until one day, I watched "Metamorphosis" and "First Secretary", I was stunned: "The original in the mountains live some of my peers like me, most of them are poor children. Their lives are so hard and their stories are so touching. Some of their children's parents have long been dead, some children's parents work outside all year round, they not only lack of parental love, but also shoulder the responsibility of parents to take care of frail grandparents; some children get up in the middle of the night and walk for a few hours to go to school alone through the mountains and forests, and some children do not even have the opportunity to go to school. Those children wear old clothes and shoes sent by others, even if they are full of holes they do not want to throw away; they rely on their own hands to farm, digging "treasure" to exchange for food, no money to buy meat to eat to go to the corner to catch rats; they live in dilapidated huts, a rainy day outside the rain inside the downpour. But even if life is so bad, they have no complaints, still every day immersed in their own "happy" life.
And look at us, whenever we eat, look at the table sumptuous dishes, but idle food and taste; whenever mom bought a beautiful new clothes, but said no one else good-looking; whenever dad with a car to send us to and from school, but complained that reading is too tiring; a little bit of frustration on the collapse. In short, we are like flowers in a greenhouse, unable to withstand any wind and rain. However, today finally let me know the far away - the depths of the mountains, there is a group of children like that, they are my brothers and sisters, they are my friends, they will also be my, your, his - permanent attachment.
Faraway Thoughts Essay 9I sat in the car, looking up at the sky ...... four years ago, I used to do the same action ......
It was four years ago, a summer, summer vacation I returned to my hometown, the summer vacation is about to be The end of the summer vacation is coming to an end, the sky pattered non-stop. I should go back to Jinan today, so I went to say goodbye to my old friend Zhang Shu. "I'm leaving in a while." I said sadly. "Oh, me too." "Ah!" I was like a bolt from the blue, "Where are you going?" "I moved, far away" "Then ...... will we ...... ever see each other again?" "Maybe never again." "Oh." I echoed in a lost voice.
When we got into the car and walked toward each other, I clearly saw, and now clearly remember, she looked at me with affection, with love and reluctance in her eyes. I tilted my head back and looked to the sky to keep the tears from falling, but it just wouldn't listen. "The hardest thing to say . It's the first greetings and the last goodbyes." It really is, I thought. The car started, and outside the car it was raining non-stop, yet at that moment my heart was also raining. I didn't dare to look down for fear that tears would fall, but they were still welling up in my eyes. How much I want to see her last glance ah! But ...... look back or not back more miss it ...... or ...... forget it. In the end, I did not have the courage to look at her and say "goodbye" to her.
Zhang Wushu sent me a conch on my birthday, she said, she bought a pair of children, she one, I one. This way, even if we are separated by thousands of miles, we can still "hear" each other's voices. This conch I have always treasured, others can not touch a touch. Whenever it rains, I have time to look at the conch, as if we are playing together again in front of the scene.
We did not leave each other a phone number, perhaps unwilling to hear each other's voices and feel sad, from that time after the separation, we have never met. But she has always been in my heart which, far away thoughts!
My father worked in a distant place, as a driver, every day, from morning to night to people hauling goods, and sometimes even a few days and nights can not rest, in the car if you are tired, can only smoke to lift the spirit, smoking and the body has a great harm, but what can be done about it? Moreover, pulling a big truck on the highway, is very dangerous, whenever I see the news about traffic accidents, my heart is like being seized, the mind can not help but float out of the father's figure, but also can not help but hands folded: for him to pray for blessings.
Every time my dad came back, my mom said she wouldn't let my dad do this job anymore, but my dad refused, saying he was uneducated and could find a good job. Unfortunately, he also has the driving skills, so that can seven enough to barely support the family. We argued with dad, had to continue to let him do, mom and put together some money to dad bought an insurance policy, this time mom's heart only put down half.
Dad, not only is the only pillar of our family, he is also our closest and nearest people, when he was young and strong, now there are gray hairs on the head, Dad's weight has been hovering in the 100 pounds, and accompanied by stubborn stomach disease, every day have to take medication, every time I think of these, my teardrops like a broken line, and keep falling down, Dad, I want to be able to replace for you ah!
Dad, every time I come back, I always urge me to listen to my mom at home, listen to the teacher at school, and study hard. In addition to these he did not have more language, just quietly at home to do this and that.
Dad, please pay special attention to your health, for their own sake, but also for the people who care about you all the time; because with you, we have happiness, with you, we have happiness, with you, even if we are suffering is also joy; you can rest assured that I will also excellent results to repay you.
The night of the full moon, more let me think of the distant father, tired hands, tightly holding the steering wheel, tired eyes, strong open, watching the road ahead ------ Dad, I want you!
Faraway Thoughts Essay 11The boat in the wind and rain is often swinging in the dream, through the small smoke clouds, the boat to other countries, do you remember the time of childhood, with its thoughts and confused. --Title
"Thinking is a disease, oh ...... thinking is a disease." A Zhang Zhenyue's "Thoughts are a disease" sung in my heart touched the deepest piece, the tender heart as if a piece of zapped, a faint sadness followed by the influx. Is nostalgia really a kind of incurable disease?
When I was a child, I remember a pair of hands, which accompanied me for many days and nights. This pair of big thick hands have long become cold, leaving only ashes ...... floating in the wind.
"Yo! This is not Mengyao came, come, come in, it is snowing outside, don't catch a cold." That with a Hunan accent and mixed with Henan accent of the old man, it is my grandfather, naive and simple look with a righteousness, with simple thin clothes over half a harsh winter, wrinkles on the corners of the eyes but let the smile more warm. The kettle inside the house is smoking a little white smoke, the warmth of the atmosphere around the half of the house, grandfather as if he could not be idle, from the door out and in, a moment to do this work, a moment to do that work, the thin clothes draped over the body, looking at some heartbreaking.
"Grandpa, outside can be cold, add a few pieces of clothing, I put my jacket off to you to wear it."
"Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't! I'm all old bones, freezing is no matter, the house is not much warmer, or you wear it, freezing can not be."
"But ......"
Just finished these two words, grandpa has walked out the door, looking at those clothes, my heart is a little heavy. I was touched by my grandfather's love for his granddaughter, and even more so by his understanding of others!
And I don't know how many years later, grandfather died of illness, crying filled the whole house, I hold up my grandfather's hand, tears fell from the corner of my eyes without fighting, fell on those big hands, tears in those hands gradually become cold, no temperature.
Zhang Zhenyue said that longing is a kind of disease, then I have been sick beyond cure.
My dream boat! picked up my mom's cell phone at a quicker pace and said. "Hey dad."
"Hello, Ye You, how have you been, and is your little brother well-behaved?" Dad's cordial greeting came from the cell phone.
"Well, it's okay, little brother is well behaved."
"Do you have a lot of homework these days? How's school?"
"Uh, homework's okay, and school's pretty good."
"Oh, good. Your own time is under your own control, your study life is adjusted by yourself ah. Also, be polite and do your own things oh."
"Okay, Dad, when are you coming back ah?"
"Dad is busy with some things will come back to see you, I guess a few more days will be able to come back."
"Really? That's great!" Dad's words picked up some surprise in me.
"Oh, well, hang up then, dad's got things to do." Adding right after, "Bye! Do listen to mom and grandma and the girls."
"Bye!" I had just finished the last sentence, and I already felt a great excitement in my heart, as if Dad was already by my side. Dad is coming back!
Dad came back only once a month or so, and every time he had a big bag to carry back. Dad's return is a happy event for the family and worth celebrating. "Dad is back!" I heard my shout, grandma busy preparing vegetables, want to burn some big fish and meat to treat dad; brother even called dad, hands clenched fists to dad congratulations; and I, take out to play 24 point poker, want to seize this opportunity to dad challenge ......
But dad once back can only rest for two or three days, so dad can't stay with us for too long. Every time he came back and then have to go, I can only see him leaving the back ......, the heart has some parting taste.
Fortunately, my father told me that now technology is developed, there are many tools that can make us more away from some, with a cell phone "video chat" is one of them. I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same room before, but I'm sure I've been in the same room for a long time. We through the video, talked a lot of a lot, dad often talk about where he worked, where there is a Jinsha Lake, the legend is that the Seven Fairies bathing place; will also talk about the local specialties of that place, the culture and climate of that place, but also talk about his work and so on. I will also give my father to talk about things at home, as well as things at school and other topics.
The night is deep, in the blue sky, in the hope of the moon, I seem to see his figure. Dad, I miss you again! I'm looking forward to the next "video chat"!
The short red brick wall, the high gray embankment, the white mango flowers swaying in the wind, the orange-red sunset hanging diagonally in the sky, a large and a small elongated black shadow chasing after the afterglow, to the brown chimneys of the smoke curling forward. This is the memory of my childhood: in the evening, my grandfather pedaled his bicycle with squeaky tires to bring me home from kindergarten, and along the way we rode the wind, talked freely, laughed and hummed, and flung ourselves into my grandmother's kind and warm embrace, surrounded by the gorgeous scenery.
Then mom and dad moved home to the big city, far from the countryside, and left grandma and grandpa. Instead of a small road by the side of a field, I now walk home from school to the mouth of a tiger with a lot of traffic. Instead of the old banyan tree, which hates hiking, there are high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete and steel, and instead of a warm sunset, I am greeted by red and green neon lights that blink. In the city, the traffic is heavy, the pace is fast, the frequency of passing between people is increasing, but the feelings are becoming more and more cold and detached. I looked at the yellowed and wrinkled photos, my eyes can not help but wet, I miss the sound of my grandfather laughing, I miss my grandmother to put me to sleep, in my ear gently humming the song.
I wonder if my grandparents are doing well in the countryside. In the hot and humid season, do they have a fan to beat the heat? The first thing you need to do is to get rid of the mosquitoes, and then turn on the mosquito repellent. They have to wear a hat and a thin jacket to protect themselves from the sun. Did they wear cotton coats and hats to protect themselves from the cold during the freezing season? Did they pay attention to indoor ventilation when using gas to boil hot water? Did they go out during holidays and festivals? Did they visit old friends? Did they go out for snacks during weekdays? Have they bought new clothes and shoes to reward themselves ......
If I could take a time machine, I would like to fly to the past. In the courtyard of a hundred flowers competing, in the noisy market, in the green grass of the park, by the gurgling brook, pulling grandpa's coat, holding grandma's hand, enjoying the joy of heaven together.
Thoughts from afar essay 14Why does my heart beat strongly, because of the depth of my thoughts for someone. Thoughts spread my heart and it wraps me tightly. Thoughts are everywhere some may be thoughts of a friend far away or thoughts of someone in another world. Though there is a great distance between them, the thoughts of that person cannot be diminished.
It was a harmonious and extraordinary night, that night I lay in bed and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, that night the stars in the sky scratched down a, that is the emperor of the heavens sent down the divine messenger to pick up my grandma to go to the sky to live, right, to go to the place where there is no worldly and no noise. That night he was lying calmly on a plank on the ground, looking like he was having a beautiful dream. My heart was very sad that day. Of course, I was not the only one who was sad because my grandma took special care of us kids. I vaguely remember his appearance, head long sparse white hair, chin and long beard, his hand long column a walking stick, hunched over, a few months before he left, I saw him every step my heart is trembling.
Grandma has always been my favorite person, is my closest person, whenever I walk into his house, I will feel his breath in front of my eyes will emerge a picture of grandma holding me in the sun in the sun to warm up, take me to buy sugar, give me to get good food, as well as his sheep in the sheepfold, are clearly reflected in my eyes, the eyes of the tears of hot water will be gushed out, the heart of the thoughts will be gushed out of the head! He used to always buy us good food, now we bring him good food and talk to him every time we go there and so do all my brothers. I haven't seen my grandma in a long time and I miss her so much.
Although my grandma is in another world, it is impossible to come back, but I still hope that he comes back, I miss you far away already more than this time, I really miss you grandma.