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。她的臉皺巴巴的，她的頭發像雪一樣白。但她的眼睛像兩個閃爍的星星。當她看著我們期待與她的慷慨和溫柔的臉，我們感到非常高興。她告訴我們許多很好的老故事。她有很多的知識，因為她甚至開始在我父親和母親的生活。

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　　奶奶經常讀到一個在閑暇時間條子夾緊hymnbook。阿干玫瑰是把書之間的葉子。玫瑰是不一樣美麗的玻璃花瓶中的玫瑰，但她有時微笑，靜靜地哭泣時，她看著玫瑰。

　　當她的眼淚落在玫瑰干下來，又涉及到生命，它的'和平和美麗的氣味充滿了整個屋子。墻壁變成一個綠色的森林，夏季陽光透過濃密的葉子眼前一亮，她變成一個玫瑰色的臉頰，卷曲和全金發的漂亮女孩。一個高大健康的年輕男子坐在她旁邊給出了一個上升到了女孩。然后，她微笑著精美。

　　這個女孩成為一個祖母，不能微笑，漂亮，但她可以優雅地微笑，而她是回憶過去她的記憶。英俊的小伙子走了，干玫瑰與書葉付諸表決。這個女孩成為老太太看在干燥的玫瑰。

　　祖母是過世了。她睡著了，靠在椅子上，頭。她的呼吸變得安靜，她的臉上充滿幸福與和平。它仿佛是一縷陽光照耀在她的臉上。

　　在黑色棺材，并在一塊白布，她閉上眼睛，但她的皺紋都消失了，使她看上去更年輕。她的頭發閃閃發光，她微笑著和平。用干hymnbook玫瑰是她旁邊的頭上。然后，她被埋葬。

　　人類種植的玫瑰樹，她的墳墓旁邊的一個教堂圍墻。月光正照在外婆的墳墓。她沒有在她的墳墓。然而，死者的人都知道比生活更。他們知道如果他們突然出現在我們面前，我們應該很害怕。

　　死的人過上更好的生活比我們多。這就是為什么他們從來沒有回來。竹葉中hymnbook，和玫瑰都一起回到了她的老回憶灰塵。但是新的玫瑰綻放，每年來對她的墳墓，夜鶯唱優美的歌曲，并播放優美的旋律器官。

　　，看起來年輕的祖母內存，并具有柔軟，大方的眼睛會永遠保存。有一天，我們可以達到我們的熱情的祖母。雖然她現在變成了一堆灰塵，我們將永遠記住一個年輕漂亮的女士時，她吻了玫瑰紅和新鮮的祖母。

 

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