My 姥姥

In my heart, there is one of my favorite people - my sister.

Hey, this person is very helpful and helpful. In my mind, I respect her so much. She is so noble. Also, my heart is not old at all, mainly internal beauty.

I remember once, my aunt and I gave a quarrel. The quarrel was quite serious. One fell a bowl and one fell into a cup. After I learned it, I quickly ran into their bedroom, gave them a prayer, and told them. When I was young, how did I solve the problem with my grandfather? In this way, the two small mouths were reconciled.

Grandpa passed away early, so for more than a decade, it’s not easy to be alone. One person is going to fight coal, one is cooking, and the other is to feed the cows and feed the sheep.

Oh, my dear, you should also enjoy it. Every time I see your crumpled hand, my heart is like a knife. It seems that I can see your unrelenting struggle with the years... Life is not fair to you, I want to help you get back to justice.

Hey, are you waiting for me? When I grow up to make money, I personally raise you, I want you to enjoy it, and let you proudly say "This is my granddaughter"

Hey, I love you. I grew up in your parents. My childhood seems to be more happy than anyone else. I am more free than anyone else. I still remember the river and the pit. I remember when you used to fight, I will be waiting for the fresh clams to be baked.

Hey, I still want to eat what you are playing...

Third day of the second middle school of Toli County, Yili City, Xinjiang: Mu Nila