The birds have been Xielue. After the park over a golden shaman.
twilight of such a sit-in on the grandmother and her face like the old wicker chair on. Pison-brown layer of relaxation of relaxation wrapped her hand, wrapped in a full face rough life. Generous to the last sunset of the splendid spread in the garden. Teng saying chairs against grandmother lived eye. My heart can resist a dynamic, rapid support from the easel out of a familiar propaganda.
paper is drawing on the painting I do not know how many times the grandmother. In the past, I always look for deliberately background, grandmother to help posture before, but I fell asleep every time the models.
this time, drawing on the elderly co-author of the serene eyes, a long time, even the very spirit painting. That was a stroke grandmother gave me the number of warm hands, a familiar feeling in the bottom of my heart filled. Is, the number of such evening, I sat listening to her grandmother's side of the Xuxudaodao to me they Zhao's history, I have to say Zhao Kun, Zhao Kun II is the kind of fortune, Chu Ge did not say when she's at home, how ... ... Yangzunchuyou the grandmother of unlimited loneliness of old age, their children and grandchildren only when the festivals together, and usually, the morning she sat in front of the Xiangyang exchanges in the past few car parks in the afternoon sun. Memory, has become a grandmother, the best way to kill time.
"Butterfly Lovers" story from the grandmother is there to listen. Grandmother's time, the United Kingdom and Taiwan to cry about it for a grandmother's grave is always very sad, as if speaking in her story, and when I asked her the real story, the grandmother's eyes are laughing, and talking It is tight-lipped. For an old man, guarding a sincere feeling is a secret how memorable. Years ago, I was a child, always in the grandmother's story sleep and wake up, that dream may seem Zhensi false sense of magic is still in so many years later I have a real insight, let me how many times Immersed in the ancient and romantic story for a long time do not want to wake up. I am no longer a child, and is no longer a child in the same round before Linshui grandmother telling stories. Also old grandmother, is a time of relentless sculptor, he is always in the grandmother's forehead deeply carved out of the shallow gully, her face covered with age spots, the health body also showed her face a sallow The color.
sunset under the grandmother was so serene, so after the entire park is also due to the serene and quiet again. My hand is still as Xiaoshi Hou and posted on the hands of the grandmother, pink sallow close to the palm of the back, I amazed how the years can be so cold, was able to create such a contrast. I quietly, for fear that disturb the park after the quiet, for fear that disturb the tranquility of this.
all of a sudden I was thinking, for decades, perhaps I will be against the setting sun, my children will be holding hands, and I told him the story of my grandmother, talk to him after the park at dusk, and that evening After the park.