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04.12.2019 09:42
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It is almost autumn, and I am passing by the osmanthus forest, when the flowers are blooming vigorously. The petals are small and dense, clusters are connected to each other, and when viewed from a distance, the stars in the green leaves are shining with golden light in the sun, just like oil paintings, other beautiful. Whenever the breeze blows off the petals and turns into a landscape, it is carved in my mind, and the fragrance of flowers is also rippling Wholesale Cigarettes. Whenever I'm on vacation, I will spend time at the grandpa's house in the country. The favorite is the cool well water and the wide lounge chair. This is my childhood, and the deepest memory in my memory is the osmanthus forest. Looking closely at the sweet-scented osmanthus, the fragrance is so special. I have liked to eat sweet things since childhood, and sweet-scented osmanthus cake is indispensable. Osmanthus is also Grandpa's favorite dish. As long as it is about Osmanthus, he will. Every fall, he regularly collects osmanthus flowers. Whenever that weekend, I will also help grandpa, help grandpa transport osmanthus, wash osmanthus, and then osmanthus, always busy. Tired, I sat on the lounger and shook it, dreaming that I would always live so carefree in the future. As time went on and my homework was tense, the osmanthus forest seemed to be gradually forgotten by me for a day. The phone rang. I picked up the phone and heard the grandfather's familiar but seemingly distant voice. The grandfather spoke slowly, without the loudness of the past Newport 100S, and the voice of an old man was lonely. "Oh, obediently, you can come back and eat osmanthus cakes when you have time." The osmanthus forest appeared again in my mind, and I went back. When I entered the yard, Grandpa was lying on a lounger, listening to the drama on the radio, his hands were patting slightly, it seemed to want to follow the beat, his eyes looked at the sky, his eyes were so empty. My eyes were a little damp, and I wiped my hands and shouted, "Grandpa, I'm back." Hearing my voice, Grandpa stood up in a hurry, happy like a child: "My obedient is back Carton Of Cigarettes, I ��m tired of the car, take a break first, Grandpa will bring you sweet-scented osmanthus cake." , The room was full of sweet-scented osmanthus. I took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and the fragrance was sweet in my heart. Grandpa was watching me eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and he was telling funny things from my childhood. When talking about emotional places, the corners of his eyes gradually became wet, and the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance was soaked in the grandfather's tears. I couldn't help holding my grandfather's already rough hand. Ashamed in my heart now, grandfather walks forever And left the piece of osmanthus forest that devoted all his efforts and all my memories. Although Grandpa was gone, the osmanthus fragrance in the memory was still the same, familiar and fragrant. |
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