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All the past touches, as if quietly moisturizing the time of life. - Inscription in the memory of my grandmother is always sitting silently beside me, watching me silently, and now, she quietly left me forever. I have been disappointing her good until she passed away. One night a few months before my grandmother died, I was thinking about this math problem at home. My parents went out, no one taught me how to solve it, and the only grandmother at home didn��t know anything, let alone let me ponder for half a day. There is no clue. I was so anxious that I was sweating. The voice of my grandmother in the opposite room rang out uncomfortably: "Hey, help me to go to the kitchen and pour some water. I have to take medicine." I was upset by my thoughts. Broken, suddenly raging, and impatiently shouted: "Is not bothered, a few steps, I went down mokingusacigarettes.com, did not see that I am busy?" Said, it seems that the tone is not heavy, but also heavily "��" A grandmother didn't say anything, but I clearly heard a slight sigh in the room. I stopped, I didn't expect my grandmother to give up so fast. I licked my head and continued my math problem. From time to time, my grandmother��s movements: she wanted to wait for her parents to come back, or to go down but quickly, I denied the first judgment. The sound of getting out of the grandmother��s bed in the room was accompanied by a few heavy and strenuous breathing. It seems that after a long time, I saw my grandmother moved out of the room. Although her feet only need to bear the weight of less than seventy pounds, she is still struggling every step of the way. Her back does not seem to be disappointing, but rather mixed with some understanding and tolerance. I don't know why, if I apologize, I am stuck in my throat. I want to shout "I'm sorry," but I don't. I just watched her step by step to the kitchen... Now I can't understand my indifference at the time Newport 100S, my ruthlessness; now It is awakening Newport Cigarettes, but it is too late. After a few months, I heard the news that my grandmother died. The bad news came like a blue sky. Sitting at the window, staring at the dark rain, I was reminded of my grandmother's goodness - the breakfast was warm and delicious every day, and her happy eyes were returned after school. When she was in a loss, she had all kinds of comfort... I finally understood that sometimes a little bit of light in the moment can be a touch of life that never dissipates. Grandma always loves me so much, but I have neglected all the efforts she has made for thirteen years, neglecting her head, waist, and serious illness - I am indifferent to her, and her love is somewhat numb, I think Her dedication is taken for granted, and the sigh of apology and remorse touches all the bleakness. I finally cherish the love that I have now, even if it is a smile, an encouragement, a sigh, it is so beautiful. , are the treasures of our memory. It is them, your life will be colorful, your love will never cherish everything, you will get eternal
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