a letter to my mother

Dear Auntie:

Hello, autumn is coming again, autumn is a season of incomparable weakness, like a pregnant woman with a big belly. Will soon be catalyzed by the new life. Thus, autumn has a mourning in people's hearts.

In the autumn of that year, the clouds were hanging in the air with some loneliness. There was no blue sky, only a turbid black. The rain came at this time, and the small, just like the slender sugar, slammed the door of the earth. In the midst of the rain, I took the car to the parents of the county or left to take care of my car from small to large. After getting on the bus, I went straight to the rear of the car and saw your figure getting smaller and smaller in the blur. I really want to open the dictionary and find out the words of the words to write your feelings for me. After a long time, I only came up with a word "love."

After a long time, I will only do routine tasks during the holiday season - go home. The heavy academics seem to be an indestructible excuse, and it has become a very thick barrier that is daunting and contiguous.

My age, after breaking through the single digits, has been doing additions. Time flies and gasps, and I can't help but keep up with it. That day, when I was swimming in the sea of ​​questions, my mother told me: Your mother died. In an instant, my heart suddenly became a mess. Oh, like the night can not open.

At the funeral, the wind screamed, so cold. The white paper money stalled in the whistling wind, they drifted to heaven, sorrowful sorrow. I stared, watching the ashes of the autumn leaves blown away by the wind, and the orange sunset slammed into the dim door. There are no tears, tears in my heart, flooding like a flood.

Dear, your smile is my warmest memory. I am writing this letter just to let you understand my love. I hope that you can still smile in heaven.

Granddaughter Duanchen

January 2019

Hebei Yuping Chengxiang Middle School Third Day: duanchen