The little foot bridge goes up and down.
"
Tears collapse
"I miss grandma."
"This sound is beautiful."
"I cried. Oh, my God."
"I didn’t cry. After I said something, who dares to make a fuss again? Please step over my body first."
Online real-time comments roll wildly.
The sad mood penetrates the soul sound, and the sad feeling of missing is hard to extricate yourself.
"Wu Peng point gauze lamp along the bluestone sad new lines.
Come back when you whisper. It waits for no one.
Five-finger square-buckle oar hemp fiber Weng Zheng bridge rope
Spring rain gently gathered embroidered shoes and fell suona.
Slowly step on the steps till you burst into tears.
Looking through the alley and remembering the fullness.
How many silver bells did the stone steps turn and fall?
How many mornings and evenings have you put away?
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Mother-daughter file
Mom has tears in her eyes.
My daughter’s eyes are red and her teeth are clenched tightly. The poor big pillow is squeezed into a small ball and her fist is white, but she refuses to let go.
When you close your eyes, you can think of grandma’s hunchback, bent by years, hunchbacked and proud, and you can’t compete with years all your life
Firewood in the fiery red stove burns and flames jump.
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The rice grains in a large wok are jumping in a hot iron pot and bursting like flowers.
Add white sesame and crispy peanuts and mix with boiled syrup. Sugar was still a luxury in those days, right?
When it is hot, the roller will grind it thin and flatten it into small pieces with uniform thickness and consistent length. Taste a very sweet and sweet rice flower, which is fragrant, crisp and delicious.
I can’t stop. I can’t eat enough
Even if she always smiles and says that she can’t eat more teeth, she will grow worms. She still cries and scatters her grandmother, and I want more.
Then she would pretend to be angry and beat her little head.
Pretend to be like that weather-beaten wrinkled face, always holding it lovingly. Just after crying, your eyes are red and you are still sniffling. You point to the stars and tell the love story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.
Finally, I can’t help but sneak another piece of popcorn into your hand.
They are all fond memories of childhood. The times are developing rapidly, and cities and towns are undergoing earth-shaking changes. Gradually, many people have forgotten the original beauty.
Maybe in another generation, we will
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A generation ago, there was no such sweet memory in their memory.
Memory always tastes sweet, and happiness tastes sweet.
"Baby, how long has it been since we went back to see grandma?"
"It’s been a long time, Mom. I want to eat popcorn. Grandma makes popcorn."
"Then we’ll go back and see her tomorrow and book tickets when I wait."