Think of those who have been in the past

Late at night, it is the autumn of the past, the cold wind blows your smile, I caress your face, the sky is cold like a snow mountain, the clothes are crossed your mouth, you close your eyes like this, tears are like Rivers came in, and from that day on, you could never see your face again.

That year is still so blue, everything is so peaceful. But I still heard the message, Grandpa, suffering from cancer, late, not long after. What a heavy blow, this is like a loud noise that shakes my valley. How many times I saw your pain in my dreams, but it didn't take long before you left without a word.

The thin gauze covers your face, your smile has passed away, you like my naughty, every time I go to see you, you are picking me up from the place closest to me, you are so strong, If you have cancer, you should also worry about your grandmother.

Grandpa, your illness will be right, right, you will not leave us, right, I ask Grandpa.

But Grandpa just looked at me and said nothing. I knew that when I went to visit him, his condition became more and more serious. It was raining, I was in the window, my grandfather came over and told me, I wish. As the wind rushed away, only the floral fragrance was in the world, and Grandpa answered me like this.

He said that I am his pride, the deepest warmth under his heart.

Grandpa is the flower in my heart. If I take it off, my heart should hurt.

On New Year's Eve, I bought a lot of fireworks, including your favorite color. I don't know why, my hand has been shaking, I am still a little sad, a little overwhelmed, my sister said that you are asleep, then I hate his ignorant innocence, I am not used to it, there is no you in life.

The fireworks covered the entire night sky, and a loud bang ran through countless brilliance. The whole world was lit up at that time, but I still have to think about you coming back. Grandma is alone in the side, holding you in his hand. The old photos, since you left, we are always uneasy.

That year's fireworks, lost the beauty of the past, the earth is round, but you disappeared on the edge of loneliness, throwing us on the road of the years, like a breeze, flying in my heart.

Close your eyes, I can still remember your appearance. When I grow up, I will be as old as you. I will tell myself that I want to be as strong as you, and I can’t see your smile. My heart is always So uncomfortable, if you can come back, I will tell the angel that you are the sea in my heart. I have not seen you well before, but now I am seeing you in my dreams.

The day you passed away is my most lonely waiting. What do you want for your birthday? Is my happiness always there? You always have a dream. If you don’t wait for the dream to come, you will go too far. Grandma has seen that beautiful. The scenery, with your photos, we walked all the way, you have a sweet smile in the old, you also sought my footprints in the dream, I am willing to go with the wind, leaving only the flowers in the world, it is an old man The vow I said.

You are quiet as if you are quiet, but now I know that you will not come back. Your wrinkled fingers are passing through the stars. In fact, I understand all your rogues, so that I can fly without you. With a broad mind, what can be compared to your senseless strength, others say that I am as strange as you, I am glad to have you have common shortcomings with you, I want to grab your hand and not let you go, But the wind banned my steps, waved at me and took you away.

After the New Year, the world is completely new. Grandma said that when it is dawn, you will come back. I understand that it is a lie of missing, but I still believe in my grandmother's words, how many times have you come to my dream, thank you again and again. The tolerance, the love of the grandfather is my ocean, gave me a generous and majestic strange, I want to thank you in this life, this life makes me think of you in tears.

Thinking of those who have been in the past, tears have been spreading to my heart. After you leave, I am insomnia with the whole winter. The world is like your face, and the sky is cold like a snowy mountain.

Third day: Zhang Qinxu