Grand mother 祖母

　Grand mother

　　Grandmother is very old. Her face is crumpled, and her hair is white as snow. But her eyes are twinkling like two stars. When she looks at us with her generous and gentle face, we feel very happy. She tells us many good old stories. She has a lot of knowledge because she began her life even before my father and mother.

　　Grandmother often reads a hymnbook with a sliver clamper in her spare time. A dry rose is put between the leaves of the book. The rose is not as beautiful as a rose in a glass vase, but she sometimes smiles and cries quietly when she looks at the rose.

　　When her tears fall down on the dry rose, it comes to life again, and its' peaceful and beautiful scent fill the whole room. The walls turn into a green forest, and the sunlight of summer shines through thick leaves of the trees, she changes into a beautiful girl with rose-colored and full cheeks and curly blond hair. A tall and healthy young man sits beside her and gives a rose to the girl. Then, she smiles beautifully.

　　The girl became a Grandmother and could not smile that beautifully, but she can smile graciously while she is recollecting her memories of the past. The handsome young man is gone, and the rose is dry and put between the leaves of the book. The girl became an old lady looking at the dry rose.

　　The Grandmother is passed away now. She fell asleep leaning her head on a chair. Her breath became quiet, and her face was full of happiness and peace. It seemed as if a ray of sunlight was shining on her face.

　　In a black casket, and in a white cloth, she was closing her eyes, but her wrinkles were gone so that she looked much younger. Her hair was shining, and she was smiling peacefully. The hymnbook with the dry rose was put beside her head. Then, she was buried.

　　People planted a rose tree on her grave next to the fence of a church. Moonlight was shining on the grandmother's grave. She was not in her grave. However, the dead people know much more than the living. They know that if they suddenly come up in front of us, we should be very terrified.

　　Dead people live a better life than we do. That's why they never come back. The leaves of the hymnbook, and the rose all returned to dust with her old memories. But the new roses come to bloom every year on her grave, nightingales sing beautiful songs, and an organ plays beautiful tunes.

　　The memory of the grandmother looking young, and having soft and generous eyes will remain forever. Someday, we may meet our warm-hearted grandmother. Even though she now became a pile of dust, we will always remember grandmother as a young and beautiful lady when she kissed the red and fresh roses.

 

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祖母

　　奶奶是很老。她的脸皱巴巴的，她的头发像雪一样白。但她的眼睛像两个闪烁的星星。当她看着我们期待与她的慷慨和温柔的脸，我们感到非常高兴。她告诉我们许多很好的老故事。她有很多的知识，因为她甚至开始在我父亲和母亲的生活。

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　　奶奶经常读到一个在闲暇时间条子夹紧hymnbook。阿干玫瑰是把书之间的叶子。玫瑰是不一样美丽的玻璃花瓶中的玫瑰，但她有时微笑，静静地哭泣时，她看着玫瑰。

　　当她的眼泪落在玫瑰干下来，又涉及到生命，它的'和平和美丽的气味充满了整个屋子。墙壁变成一个绿色的森林，夏季阳光透过浓密的叶子眼前一亮，她变成一个玫瑰色的脸颊，卷曲和全金发的漂亮女孩。一个高大健康的年轻男子坐在她旁边给出了一个上升到了女孩。然后，她微笑着精美。

　　这个女孩成为一个祖母，不能微笑，漂亮，但她可以优雅地微笑，而她是回忆过去她的记忆。英俊的小伙子走了，干玫瑰与书叶付诸表决。这个女孩成为老太太看在干燥的玫瑰。

　　祖母是过世了。她睡着了，靠在椅子上，头。她的呼吸变得安静，她的脸上充满幸福与和平。它仿佛是一缕阳光照耀在她的脸上。

　　在黑色棺材，并在一块白布，她闭上眼睛，但她的皱纹都消失了，使她看上去更年轻。她的头发闪闪发光，她微笑着和平。用干hymnbook玫瑰是她旁边的头上。然后，她被埋葬。

　　人类种植的玫瑰树，她的坟墓旁边的一个教堂围墙。月光正照在外婆的坟墓。她没有在她的坟墓。然而，死者的人都知道比生活更。他们知道如果他们突然出现在我们面前，我们应该很害怕。

　　死的人过上更好的生活比我们多。这就是为什么他们从来没有回来。竹叶中hymnbook，和玫瑰都一起回到了她的老回忆灰尘。但是新的玫瑰绽放，每年来对她的坟墓，夜莺唱优美的歌曲，并播放优美的旋律器官。

　　，看起来年轻的祖母内存，并具有柔软，大方的眼睛会永远保存。有一天，我们可以达到我们的热情的祖母。虽然她现在变成了一堆灰尘，我们将永远记住一个年轻漂亮的女士时，她吻了玫瑰红和新鲜的祖母。

 

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