The first memory will be the grandfather himself that has a large mallet

[parsonkam]

Memory just isn't meaningful, I think it's impossible to give a total answer. Perhaps this moment you continue to feel unforgettable, or, over the years, it is going to drown within the long river of life. However, you simply can't deny that after a particular time, a particular location, a certain situation, those sleeping inside the depths with the mind will probably be out of memory fragments, created a complete, past story. Early spring in March, this ought to be the flowers on the season, but the 2011 March is specially dead, days will almost always be gloomy cold.

Finally stuck out for years sun, the next day will probably be black clouds block back, it just isn't enough, yesterday and rustling on the rain, hasn't stopped. University with the bell, inside the sleep on the students or phone from the addiction, still wouldn't wait for the teacher finished class, the trunk students have long disappeared. The pedestrians on the highway seems to have disgusted this rainy ghost weather, walking hurry, failed to want to do a minute to stay on the highway. I roommate along with the roommate walked within the campus lawn, lamented the spring flies as winter, frozen grass lawn how green just isn't up, flowers are far too lazy to open up. Looking at the untapped turf, a store was full of many in the landfill together with the beautiful curvature on the mound, I suddenly regarded a long time ago seen a TV series, "warm spring", so together with the roommate chatted up. "Warm Spring" tells the tale of a teenage girl and adopt her grandfather.

Girl in a very coal mine collapse event, lost his father, the mom knows after dystocia died, the girl and blind grandmother had 1 another. And then the death of his son spread for the ears with the elderly, the ageing white hair to send out 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 who had been willing to adopt flowers. Little flower family relatives as a consequence of poverty, dare not let his or her white that has a pair of chopsticks and silent, let alone the villagers will not matter with all the flowers. Finally, it really is nearly century of stunning father in the crowd out with the crowd, will probably be hungry skinny flowers at home. The villagers are aware in the pillars on the father products day, but this sort of old man or adopted a tiny flower, accompanied by a series of tearful flowers and grandfather and grandfather's son between daughter in the story.

Chat while using roommate chatting, suddenly remembered his grandfather to. Grandpa left us for twelve years, but suddenly remembered, yesteryear bit by bit of memory, just as if in yesterday. In our family around a smaller stove to discover the warm spring if your grandfather has disappeared. Often view the flowers with the grandfather holding a hoe their particular under the ground to figure, hoe obtained and put down once the face plus the hands from the veins rhythm to your gas and disappear, as though the grandfather shaking in front in the same, think about grandfather, My heart cannot help but a majority of sorrow and grief. A child of the family, the situation while using "warm spring" within the majority of people, life is just not well-off, counting on that one acre to secure a family of kids. Grandpa and the mother's relationship in your own home was not good, both often quarrel. Mother declared that grandfather one day in the club towards the West, from your South Village to North Village, some day doing nothing, were still within the infant he never back or hold us. Busy season, my mother can just one person carrying us down to figure, tired on the day to look home, no hot food, etc., so parents usually do not like grandfather, because the grandfather would be the father on the father, therefore, the father also Will not say what grandfather. When I can remember, my grandfather started live alone. The first memory would be the grandfather himself which has a large mallet with what to pound with clay gather the wall, there are some cut down the straight trees in the ground because skeleton on the house.
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