On a snowy winter night

Not the season of apricots you beauty, father mother every day or arrive early, brother elder sister to holiday also need to help their parents to do some things, is not to me. Mother always said like I was naughty son, estimated at that time the elder brother elder sister is not willing to ignore a bear children. Boring, always blubber, grandmother can put me on her back, again and again my lovely. Kicking and play, but sometimes I desperately grandmother would magically pull out a tip of the finger size heart-shaped white things, used to coax me, although not sweet, but very sweet you beauty. I know, that is the taste of brothers and sisters all have not received.

On a snowy winter night, home to a lot of people, in and out of busy, I don't know what happened, but since then I have never seen my grandmother. Spinning wheel is still there, but have no grandmother shadow under the apricot tree. Where I asked my father, my grandmother, my father always said to me, my grandmother went to far away places. Almond, grandmother's spinning wheel from apricot son tree full of white flowers Invisalign, shake the tree full of golden yellow, rolled into the autumn and the leaves fell, the picture has been deeply engraved in my mind. Now, my grandmother hang on the wall of black and white photographs have started yellowing, wrinkled face has gradually become unfamiliar, but the cream white hair anyway I remember, because it is like the spring season back apricot blossom Decorative Works.

Recently, passing a xingyuan, branches and leaves of apricot are full fat, peach size, sending out attractive luster, in the sun with the hand gently knead it cracked, because fresh, there is a light faint scent, taste very sweet. Perhaps less that a little acid, I always feel lack of something.

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