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There was a loud noise all around. It was a few years ago when the family was in economic crisis and had to rent a house. At that time, there was not much development in Nan'an District. There were only a few houses in Baiheyuan, surrounded by a barren field. It seems that it rains every day, so my father bought a green awning and put it on the windowsill. After a little while, the rain started to rain again Cigarettes Online. I stood in front of the window sill, listening to the raindrops making a sound, as if my heart was beating. The Spring Festival came quietly and the family returned home together Marlboro Gold. Although it is only a dozen days, there is always a feeling that it is difficult to let go. It turned out that I was used to it. I was listening to the rhythm of the rain by the windowsill. Hurry home after the holiday. There is still no change here Cigarettes For Sale, the drizzle quietly started, and the city was covered by rain again. Back home, a neighbor told us: "When you went out, the awning in your house was burned." We hurried to the balcony. The awning has been burned a lot, most things have been burned, only a black charcoal crop and an awning that has not been burned. If you look closely, there is a little bit of green left. The drizzling rain passed through it, and there was no sound like that before, and there was a little love for the old in my heart. The remaining small group dripped small drops from time to time, as if groaning and complaining to me in pain, and there was a bit of perseverance in my heart. Looking back on my happy days, I feel quite nostalgic. And the one that impressed me the most was the color of that awning��green. Now, everything around has changed, there are tall buildings, schools, supermarkets, but that green awning is gone. I yearn for that era. That stormy day, my father bought a green awning. What is family love? Family love is a ray of sunshine that warms people's wounded hearts; family love is a Hongqing spring that saves hungry people; family love is a big tree that brings a touch of coolness to people in the hot summer. All in all, family relationships are precious. My grandfather is a kind and kind old man. He has ordinary eyes, ordinary nose, and an iconic smile, but he has an extraordinary heart. In my impression, my grandpa loves me very much. The time with my grandpa is a very happy time for me. But gradually, I took my grandfather's love for granted, and sometimes I felt that my grandfather was too wordy, and he was tired of it. Old love and him sang in opposition. In my second grade of primary school, my grandfather was told that he had cancer of the esophagus. The family is very sad, but I don't really understand the concept of esophageal cancer, and the pain and terrible consequences of esophageal cancer. I still ignorantly sang with my grandfather, hit him, and listened to his uncle. At that time, my grandfather's eyes had a trace of seriousness and attachment, and there was a little helplessness. And I grew up healthy with the love and care of my grandfather. Although I don't know the concept of esophageal cancer, I see my grandfather eat less and lose weight day by day, and the whole person has gradually changed from a tall tree like a tree to a dead tree in autumn, and the trunk is small and withered. Watching Grandpa's body getting weaker and weaker every day, my heart could not help but burst into distress. Finally, ruthless God took my grandfather's life. I remember that my grandfather was smiling at me as he walked to another world. He smiled reluctantly because he didn't even have the strength to laugh. The smile went straight into my heart, arousing all my love for my grandfather. At that moment, I really wanted to stop the death step and let my grandfather stay with me. I cried, I begged, I called, but the miracle never happened, and my grandfather left me. When I have grandpa's love, take it for granted, take it as a habit to enjoy, don't cherish grandpa's love, and lose it, then I know confession, and can only cry in sorrow. How precious is love! It is often lost in us Only when we realized her preciousness, so we must seize what we have now, cherish every day, every minute, every second! |
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