My dear grandma

You are a big tree, spring is leaning against you, summer is leaning against you, autumn is leaning against you, autumn is leaning against you, and I am growing in your light. Your tall and broad canopy makes the four wilds never bleak, and I have grown a spirit of never giving up. It is noble, you have built up my growth, I am never forgetting to believe that your world will not be your bow.

There is only one woman in the world who is best in women. She is a kind grandmother. There is only one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of Grandma.

If my grandmother is thunderstorm, then I am a rainbow after the rain. If my grandmother is the moon in the sky, I am the star of the moon. Grandma is the root of my survival, I am the ideal fruit of my grandmother.

I have never written a slogan for you, nor have you sung a hymn for you, but you are the grandmother who gave me a second life and nurtured me. I am deeply in love with you!

The wrinkles on your forehead under the kerosene lamp record the bumps of your body, and your bronzed face marks your endless kindness. In my heart, your life is a sly, moving poem.

You don't know, you are the most awake. What you don't know is something you don't need to know; what you are awake is everything you must know. The passage of time makes the skin full of wrinkles every day, and the passionate me and the people who know you can erase the numerous wrinkles that climb the mind every day.

You are a frosty maple tree. The older you are, the more red, the more sad, and the more open-minded. You should be the evergreen tree of life.

My world is not created by God but by my grandmother. At this moment of my thoughts, I am more attached to your kindness, your warmth, your smile, the love you give me -

The luxuriant trees are attributed to the raising of the land. The growth of the grandchildren is attributed to the hard work of the grandmother. In your broad and warm mind, I really feel the dedication of your grandmother.

You raised my soul and body with your family. Your wrinkles are the source of my thinking. Your eyes are the wings of my life.

You are a drop of Longyan Hot Spring in the land of China. I know the ideal bead string. I want to play the heartfelt sound of me.

Admire you like a bow like a bow, like a lotus out of mud and not dyed...

In the hard work of my ignorant years, you quietly left the world. You know, my heart suddenly freezes and the spirit collapses. You are the only spiritual pillar in my heart.

Although I have been thinking about it for so many years. I know that you are not only my grandmother but also the grandmother of all the young people in the world.

First day: Falling leaves