Story grandma

The story grandmother is not my grandmother. She lives next door to the country home. Because she loves telling stories, telling stories, and telling stories, we all call her story grandmother. In the summer evening, we always love to gather with her. I like to listen to her when she was a child in the country: how to win or lose with a small partner, if I win, I will be forgotten, and I will laugh at my mouth and return to normal for a long time. How can I steal the candy from the shop and hide in it? He was eaten in the nest; and how to dig a mountain near the cemetery of the Catholic Church, was discovered because of the moonlight too bright, and fled without a life. These stories always make me fascinated. Once, the story grandmother looked up at the moon in the sky, muttering to himself: "Old, eyes are not good, can not see the people, baskets and trees in the moon, I can see clearly when I was young." Letter, story Grandma’s eyesight must be good when she was a child, and everything can be seen clearly. Otherwise, how can she tell so many stories? At this moment, Grandma is staring at the far away from the night sky. For a long time, her eyes have not recovered. The heart of Grandma’s grandmother also went to that far and far away. Is that place a grandmother’s childhood paradise?