I can't forget the wipe.

Time flies, such as the same horse flashing past us. I think, after you have been away for three years, I often look up at the sky with silver light in the night, thinking: Can you be safe in that world? My forgottenness is so great that even if my brain is no longer useful, I will never forget you - my grandmother.

In my impression, you have a short silver hair, often wearing plain short-sleeved clothes, your face is full of traces of the years, the unique smile is so warm... However, death is so ruthless! Take your life without hesitation! Ah, grandma, you know? I miss you!

"Shake and shake, shake to the grandmother bridge..." The familiar voice, the familiar song rang in my ear, I saw the young me, the hand was a square piece of paper, thin, and reflected through the sun. The brilliance, shouted at you and your sister: "Grandma and grandma! I want paper cranes! I want paper cranes!" The innocent smile is like a blooming flower. You smiled and even said a few words: "Okay, Ok!" Just a blink of an eye, the thin square paper instantly turned into a cute paper crane, lifelike, as if the next second would fly out the window, flying to the blue sky, so I never dared to let go. Maybe I can't put it down, I was amazed to "Wow!", including surprise and endless respect. When the scene turns, I see that I am performing in front of you, but I think that it is a beautiful and elegant dance. You smile, not to talk a few beautiful things, I curled up my nose, and the tail, I have long known. Which one is in the cloud! I am serious and give you a "successful experience". You nod your head from time to time, "I listen very carefully"... I seem to have returned to the beginning, back to the starting point, open my eyes, tears have long been a disaster, But it’s a beautiful dream... obviously so real...

Grandma, thank you, gave me such a wonderful memory, grandmother, that day, but you dream, lest I forget? Grandma... Do you know what I miss you? Grandma, can you be safe in that world? Grandma, I have never forgotten, I can’t forget the wipes... Grandma, I miss you!

Fifth grade: 柩翳