The side of a mountain that halo sunset is near, terrible evening as a plague, to be near me, will I eat.

Little people in the dining room, look at the watch, half past five, time is so fast, don't give you the opportunity to breath, I played a good meal, to hold soup barrels, eyes Yu Guanggang caught a glimpse of that piece of golden, heart fibrillation, orbital warm, pumpkin soup, pumpkin soup!

And pumpkin soup, although there is no grandma do glutinous rice ball, but the color, golden warm with hope!

Grandma is ill, pumpkin soup, pumpkin sweet smell.

Poor grandma coma, hear also say anything, she is not like that, her body, insist to take exercise.

Grandma always smile, even the wrinkles around with a smile, said: "little granddaughter, grandmother want to accompany you grow up, grow up girl, then marry a badly!"And I always stay with a smile.

Grandma always likes to look at me to drink a bowl full of pumpkin soup, with a warm smile, staring at me, then asked softly: "more?"

Grandma likes to glutinous rice, pumpkin soup because she know I like to eat;Later, my stomach is bad, she thought along while, finally think of a way to replace glutinous rice ball with grain and glutinous rice dough, because she knows I don't like the clear light pumpkin soup.

My grandmother always...

Feet over the table, sit down, take chopsticks, pick up a few grains of rice and vegetables leaf to his mouth, then swallow, however ShiBuZhiWei unexpectedly.Perhaps because of the little girl's sensitive and melancholy!On the pumpkin soup, make the nose at the edge of the bowl to remove, seems to smell that leaving a trace of tenderness.Breathe in deeply and let the soup down the throat to the stomach, I bit my lip, murmured: "don't really have grandma do delicious!"

Grandma was asleep and not wake up --

The stars come out, probably is not lonely.Roommate said her classmate's mother died yesterday, is a car accident.At that moment, suppress all the passion of the day, was more than I could bear, though clearly the most miserable is not me, although I knew me to be strong.Hiding on the balcony horn, pain, my tears and snot pouring out, for 16 years, I never cry so, plough surprisingly bright sky, as if the end of the world is coming!Winter naked savagely roaring of the wind, blowing my cold feet.I'm in the bottom of the heart were hoarse, Shouting "I can't do without my grandmother!"Roommates hold me and give me put on school uniform, accompanied me to tears: "your grandmother will wake up! You will drink pumpkin soup!"I howled, say a word, like a three or four years old children couldn't control myself.

Time so the past...

That night.Stayed up all night long.

Early in the morning, received a phone call, "hey -" voice hoarse.The head, but the along while didn't respond."Iraq - sun - female -" the voice is the grandmother!She wake up!I hurriedly call: "grandma, grandma, are you awake? Ok!""No -- - do you want to - to - you learn don't -- -- - xi..."

The early, the grandmother spoke for a long time, only three words: "granddaughter, do you want to study well.""Granddaughter, don't worry about grandma.""Granddaughter, grandma nothing!"

Mother said, my grandmother woke up and can speak not QingHua, only making baby ah, like a beginner words of children.My heart breathed a sigh of relief, but still the heart like a needle!

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Weekend, I went to the hospital, "yueqing city people's hospital," the seven characters in my eyes, sadness, scare, helpless, pacing, here, the birth and death every day how many - I find grandma ward, pushed the door and enter.Grandma thin, silly smile.A heat flow inside the eyes moist, I endure, smile, sweet sound called "grandma!"And like the swallow to her side.

"Little granddaughter - grandmother - back - - you do - pumpkin soup to drink - your stomach is bad, don't put, glutinous rice ball, put the corn glutinous rice dough -- sweet and warm!"

Grandma is much better, can the continuous speech.I nodded, "yes, yes, I want to eat pumpkin soup you do, I can't live without you! Grandma, better -" she smiled, pulling the hands touch my head, just like when I was a child.

Remember my pony-tailed with grandma do glutinous rice ball, accidentally knocked over the bowl of waxy flour, "flop", the face is covered with white powder, like a clown, funny!

"You ah, you naughty child!"

A pumpkin with good sweet, sweet scent of glutinous rice.

And pumpkin, grandma, I really can not live without you.