Catkins - that's not grateful

The wind blows the willows, the catkins fly and fall, there is no gorgeous color, and some are just the simple beauty, the pure beauty.

There was a rain that blew away the loneliness of the night; there was a gust of wind that wiped away the tears of the tree; there was a bird called, and it evoked the endless sentiment. Unconsciously, it was the season of the catkins. At this time, there was no familiar words in the ear, and there was no unbeatable touch.

I still remember that day, you quarrel with Dad for me. I took my hand every day and stopped and stopped in the wheat field. I have been walking on that small road, and I always feel sorry for you, but this kind of flaws are buried deep in time. It wasn't until the day before your death nine years ago that I realized how much I owe you.

I still clearly remember that on that day, flying catkins in the sky, I was playing with my children at home, my aunt rushed over and said to me, Grandma wanted to look at me and let me go home. At that time, I was very surprised, because my father told me that my grandmother only had a stomachache and was always in bed, but at that time I realized that my grandmother’s illness was not just a stomachache. So I was very sensible at that time and never let my grandmother get angry. Today, I have forgotten how I got home at that time. Just remember that Grandma held my hand before the end. I can't even remember what Grandma said. At that time, I just realized that I would never see Grandma again. I tried hard to see my grandmother and remember her forever. Because she brought me not only happiness, but also my gratefulness to my grandmother.

Until now, whenever I see catkins, I always think of my grandmother. At this time, I am not touched by her, but grateful. Now I am no longer sad, because my grandmother is just looking at me in the sky with catkins.

The first day: Dai Xuening