This is an unforgettable grandmother. Although it is strange, it is like a stone, washing my Heart Lake and making me change quietly. Cold wind rustling. Grandma was wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, standing there selling melon seeds. Gray temples, deep eyes. It is not too much to describe it as an old bell. My grandmother weighed melon seeds for me. Young man, what grade are you in? Four years. But you should study hard! Grandma, are you still selling melon seeds outside at such an old age? The grandmother suddenly showed a melancholy look and had no choice but to maintain her life. I had no chance to read when I was young. You should cherish this opportunity now! Oh! Good. I answer. The granny stretched out her rough hand, which was like pine bark and cracked. It looks really distressed. I took the melon seeds and left silently. Looking back carelessly, the emaciated body of the old woman stood like a pine, and suddenly she became tall and passed away like this, and the years were more overlapping. Now I have entered middle school. When I returned to the melon seed stall that I was once familiar with, I found that the man had passed away. I can’t help but disappointed.

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