There is a voice in the depths of memory

"Come back to eat, Xiaoyu soup!" The green field of Tian Hao, long time swaying the grandmother's lingering voice. The voice screamed, drowned in the fragrant wheat field, and touched the soft string in my heart.

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The breeze swept through the brows of my thoughts and evoked the sound of my memory.

When I was a child, my grandmother’s house, behind the blue brick and tile, was the green that swallowed me. I covered my eyes and decorated my heart. At that time, me, carefree, mysterious and ingenious nature, attracted me not to be very generous, longing for the outside world. Whenever my figure is gradually hidden in the endless green sea, the time passes like a flowing water without leaving traces. At that time, the slightly curved back always appeared at the end of the field on time at the meal. It was said, "Come back to eat, Xiaoyu soup!"

Suddenly, I realized that the reduction of free time, there is always some unwillingness in my heart. At that time, I did not understand the pains of my grandmother and insisted on fleeing. The shadow of the setting sun smashed the entire sky, but under the gold powder was a small black dot that stretched to the end.

I don't know how long it took, the inexplicable fear in my heart, surrounded me like a tide, until my voice "returned." The angered grandmother screamed and sighed with tenderness. "You should fight, you should fight." He slammed my collar and raised his hand and hesitated. Young people, still very happy, did not realize the faint worry and helplessness in the eyes of Grandma. I and my grandmother in the sunset became a unique landscape.

The glare of the time, quietly slipped away from the fingers. I don't know when, higher than the grandmother's lean body, far away from her old man's place. Ruthless time has changed a lot of people, many -

The green wheat field turned into a cement floor in the roar of the bulldozer, and then returned to the grandmother's house. Everything was indifferent in memory. The heavy work made my leisure time less and less. The wheat field that I spent in the hour was so precious when I found it in a moment, because there were beautiful memories of me and my grandmother. Now I am sitting alone on the roadside and quiet.

It was another sunset, when Tian Hao’s grandmother didn’t know when she was short, and the tired study life squeezed the time of “exchange” with my grandmother’s wheat field and squeezed it. The golden sky covered the grandmother in my eyes, and she walked closer. I don't know how the grandmother's head is a little bit, and I opened the flower of my memory. She sat slowly beside me and set the landscape with me. The light breeze passed through the sleeves of the memory years, and surrounded me and my grandmother "Xiaoyu soup, go back to dinner", it seems that there is no such anger, no such strange, add a rare warmth.

Get up, and the grandmother slowly walked through the time cut by the years, the thoughts drifting in the swaying golden. This time, the road is my big hand holding the grandmother's little hand, slow, slender, golden end, seems to hear the grandmother's urgent "come back to eat, small - Yu - soup!"

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