No matter go, a pair of warm hands always hold up piece of heaven for me, always protect my clear memories ... ... always be there for my happiness ... ...
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After school, I static sit in the bus, looking out the window all that noise ... ...
drive to the city's most prosperous areas, through the vague shapes of their own glass, the road has put a lot of the central lantern. Yes ah, about the New Year it ... ...
shook his unconscious already cold to the hand, closed his eyes, the heavy atmosphere warm air around me, big warm hand wrap my little hands ... ...
time, and living with grandparents, grandpa always like a cup of tea, sitting in the glass table, keep the rhythm of the Rain is looking south, from the dark sky slowly like so many small meteor-like, leave a wake in the air.
since Grandpa's sake love tea, especially in winter, and holding a transparent glass of the clear tea. No tea, tea, as long as the tea has a subtle fragrance, are my favorites. Tea, do not need expensive tea, the tea does not need complicated, as long as they and friends sitting together, the most common tea is best. And I think my friend may be the grandfather of the ... ...
old stone bridge, moss green green slippery, winding vines for centuries lingering along the bridge forward. One has a touch of eyebrow, much eyes, the mouth of the southern lady wearing a cherry than the knee dress, white dress that only the left shoulder with twelve blue in bloom. Other side of the bridge, the old people have a table in the rain,
timberland kids, sitting in twos and threes,
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and grandfather talk about their ideals, said the recent offensive. At the time I, is very small, say the words is also very naive. However, Grandpa is still with a smile, that years of deep wrinkles was gentle and kind. Grandma in the side, the buttons for my nail fell off, smiling at us, a look of love and affection ... ...
Every time I encounter difficulties, grievances tears when his grandfather always thick big warm hand touch my head,
timberland outlet, and then a cup of tea, light, curl tea wafting plume, like tranquilizers in general, let me calm down ... ... In the winter, the hand is always cold, a home, Grandpa with his big hand to wrap my little hands warm in the winter night, passing ... ...
winter, and everyone's in the window all the lights flashed hints of orange, orange and pure white snow against the background of each other , for the city to add a warm,
cheap timberland boots, sweet flavor and fragrance snow melt into one.
later, grown up with their parents, go into exile, far from that ancient South ... ...
all of last year, also reflected in my mind ... ... away from home, and the best Friends separation, incompatible with the new environment.
I'm crying on the phone around to go back to my grandfather, my grandfather's voice still thick as before, Shenzhe the slightest smile, he said: warm hands, for my childhood prop up the sky, guarding the heart of my most sincere mind, and create happiness for me.
out of the car, looked up the sky like a black silk in general, a full moon hung in silence ... ... and grandfather had spent thinking about the tea journey, looking at the hand of tea, Gently and then chant:
green tea, window, shower an autumn, a sense of sadness geese crying alone.
This is winter,
mens timberland boots, after the snow in a pot of Pu'er, Hearthside, Qin a tea, the smell alone love snow flies. New Year, and this year is the first and grandparents had separate years. Dear Grandpa, you are still the same as before,
timberland boots, sitting beside her grandmother, holding a cup of tea, quietly reading? Emerged out of my mouth curved arc, as if the temperature of warm tea and pass through the glass into the palm of my memories ... ...
transparent, reflecting the sun's warmth, big growth in the warm hand stroked often in a dream me.
grandfather generous hand with the clarified tea is grown in my memory always transparent, always the backbone of ... ...
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