There are always some photo canvas Australia, buried in the bottom of my heart
Night snack time, open the iron box, hook up a distant memory.
When I was a child like to go to grandparents home, although the adults think love grandma mouth out, two people often quarrel, reason, grandma character is bad, do not want to their homes, but I still happy. Because I can tell grandpa to pocket money. With all sorts of strange reason, whatever the reason, more or less can always get some. Remember once the mother for $5 (with 1 dollar is to want to the teacher) ran out, did not dare to go home, then go to my grandma's. , of course, in addition to this, there is a happy thing. Can sometimes happen to have returned from the Shanghai snacks, sweet white rabbit creamy candy, crispy wafer, and sweet cranberries cookies... Every time my grandmother treasure to dig out a barrel, barrel containing a variety of delicious, take out small iron box, open them, I seemed to be able to hear the voice of their saliva swallowing. These delicious, are they of Jane and heavy preserved, to eat, until her granddaughter.
I remember in the winter, my feet have been sleeping at night is not hot, my grandma always said in astonishment, children house, the fire should not be more strong? How the old woman foot is cold than I do. Then with his feet warm for me.
I remember one time I got up late in the morning, going to be late for class, so back schoolbag ran off, but didn't find still raining outside. In order not to be late, I was hurriedly ran away. Vaguely heard someone Shouting on the road, I also do not pay attention to, also don't have time to tell. Back to grandma's home in the evening, see the grandmother knee black and swollen, asked curiously, my grandmother said in the morning to see you didn't bring umbrella, umbrella for you. The results you can run fast, I tried to shout behind force after couldn't catch up with. Green flag is too slippery, I accidentally fell. Now think of this picture is very sad, a little old woman, with her little feet behind me, didn't pay attention to your feet wet moss, weak knees, with green flag intimate kiss, what is the pain.
I remember once I went to the classroom very early in the morning, haven't to class, and then play games with the students, the teacher in charge to, after that we do not love learning, so we stand in the playground. The small place, the speed of information transmission was not much slower than now. In the evening, after I go back to my grandma's grandmother asked me, I heard that you sent to stand today? Because be late? Embarrassed to tell the truth I don't have to explain, so my grandmother said, early tomorrow morning to give you cook a meal, so you wouldn't have been late. It is cold in winter, continuing to get up in the morning every day how much perseverance.
In maternal grandparents home, saw them in a particularly heavy in place the cover on the transformation, and a heavy to need two hands to pick up the pot, at that time, I vowed, later rich must give them to buy a portable pot! Now, I grow up, have the money to buy the lid, they have not the original pot. Time flies, they become old Ruth. Only sat home corner staring blankly slumber, haven't the strength to eat I buy good things to eat, have no energy to go out in the sun. I can't stop the footsteps of time, away from home, I can't even play with them. The only thing I can do, only in the dead of night, check out photo canvas Australia, not forget for a moment.
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