The first memory could be the grandfather himself which has a large mallet

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Memory just isn't meaningful, I think no person can give a certain answer. Perhaps this moment you will still feel unforgettable, or, over time, it is going to drown within the long river of life. However, you can not deny any time a particular time, a certain location, a particular situation, those sleeping from the depths on the mind are going to be out of memory fragments, come up with a complete, past story. Early spring in March, this needs to be the flowers on the season, but the 2010 March is specially dead, days are usually gloomy cold.

Finally stuck out for an extended time sun, the next day is going to be black clouds block back, it will not be enough, last week and rustling on the rain, has not yet stopped. University on the bell, inside the sleep with the students or even the phone from the addiction, still failed to wait for the teacher finished class, the rear students have long disappeared. The pedestrians on the streets seems to have disgusted this rainy ghost weather, walking hurry, didn't want to do an instant to stay on the highway. I roommate and also the roommate walked above the campus lawn, lamented the spring flies as winter, frozen grass lawn how green will not be up, flowers are far too lazy to start. Looking at the untapped turf, a store was filled up with many in the landfill using the beautiful curvature in the mound, I suddenly considered a long time ago seen a TV series, "warm spring", so with all the roommate chatted up. "Warm Spring" tells the storyline of a teenage girl and adopt her grandfather.

Girl inside a coal mine collapse event, lost his father, the mom knows after dystocia died, just the girl and blind grandmother had one another. And then the death of his son spread on the ears with the elderly, the aged white hair for you black hair, too sad, and very quickly after the turmoil people, flowers from alone is a person. The village chief held an easy little meeting and asked the villagers have been willing to adopt flowers. Little flower family relatives as a consequence of poverty, dare not let their unique white having a pair of chopsticks and silent, in addition to the villagers usually do not matter while using flowers. Finally, it really is nearly a hundred years of stunning father on the crowd out on the crowd, are going to be hungry skinny flowers back. The villagers are aware with the pillars with the father of the day, but this type of old man or adopted a little flower, and then a series of tearful flowers and grandfather and grandfather's son between your daughter in the story.

Chat using the roommate chatting, suddenly remembered his grandfather to. Grandpa left us for twelve years, but suddenly remembered, the last bit by bit of memory, as though in yesterday. In our family around a tiny stove to find out the warm spring once the grandfather has disappeared. Often begin to see the flowers on the grandfather holding a hoe their particular under the ground to be effective, hoe acquired and put down in the event the face as well as the hands from the veins rhythm for the gas and disappear, just as if the grandfather shaking in front with the same, consider grandfather, My heart cannot help however, many sorrow and grief. A child of the family, the situation with all the "warm spring" from the majority of people, life isn't well-off, depending on that one acre to secure a family of kids. Grandpa and the mother's relationship in your own home was not good, both the often quarrel. Mother declared grandfather only 1 day in the club on the West, from your South Village to North Village, at some point doing nothing, we have been still from the infant he never back or hold us. Busy season, my mother can one person carrying us down to figure, tired from the day to visit home, no hot food, etc., so parents usually do not like grandfather, even if the grandfather would be the father from the father, therefore the father also Will not say what grandfather. When I can remember, my grandfather started to live alone. The first memory could be the grandfather himself having a large mallet in what to pound with clay gather the wall, there are some cut down the straight trees in to the ground as being the skeleton with the house.
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