Grandma passed away.

But we are only in Xinjiang, so it is difficult to go back.

Although she met me once in 18 years, she didn't recognize me.

But the blood relationship is, so she is my grandma. The whole station mourns in gray.

Only sigh, life and death are like dreams.

A short space.

I met you that year

But I didn't remember

In the mother's narrative

I don't feel much about you

Once selfish and carefree

Have you ever thought about

In those years, you had dementia?

The present that chooses to hide in this world

I wonder how you are in heaven?

80 years of trials and hardships

I don't know whether it was or is

Finally meet the rainbow.

Jiang Chen

2016.02.02

Don't want to talk, just rest in peace. The story of the past, later into the novel in the language.

Jiang Chen (QQ:<Hidden>), the author of this article, launched Dream Chen Feng (www.mhcf.net)