Forgot what kind of winter, I only remember our teenagers. Western wind rolls over a sunny sky, golden pine needles fall we are ------------- What dreams we do when we do? Can not remember. Let's write my grandfather. My grandfather lived in a very high mountain, the top of the mountain is flat, but also embedded a lake, the mountain is called the sea. The seven or eight households in the mountains are living in the sea, relying on the sea. Why did my grandfather live so high, I have always guess this mystery, I don't dare to ask - my grandfather is a young man. After my father had a sprinkle, I once said: I retired, I have to move to the sea. I have listened to my father, I was soft - I was afraid to climb so high mountain, and the mountains were quickly entered. Every time I went to see my grandfather had a strong man who won't return. The first time I climbed three days to go to the top. The mountains along the way are my relatives - I have never seen these relatives, they seem to have come out from the bottom. The closing of my relatives, the closer to the top of the mountain, and this is also like a puzzle. From the left bushes on the road, I took a two wild dogs from time to time. I nervously took the gun pointed to them, they just wondered me and my eyes reflected in the sun. When a big sea is present in front of me, I don't stay. The mist is surrounded by the lake, the sun is awkward in the lake, the huts of the sea is almost buried by the snow, one or two dogs move like ants, I seem to have a fairy tale world. I am careful to the sea, and a water duck is smashed in a dry water. It is flying to the lake. It doesn't see it. I thought it fell to the lake. The dull wooden door, my grandfather is just a faint saying "Come," "I am coming", my father is like this, then touches three bottles of white wine from the backpack, and several bags of white sugar give my grandmother. The fire in Huntang is booming, and the pole firewood is bursting. Grandpa took out half a bottle of wine from the grass behind him, shook it, watching a few bubbles floating from the bottom of the bottle, handed my father to say that the raft of the wine, selling bee candies, and the father. My father took a bite, I handed my grandmother, my grandmother and then handed me, my eyes watched my father, my father said to drink, so I was filled, and a warm flow was flowing in the blood. Waiting for a few dogs to see the lively, I secretly slipped out and read the bees of Grandpa. A sticky beekerel, the top of the bee is covered with a broken iron pan, or the bamboo is fighting, and the snow ----------- is still fluttering. Hundreds of thick snow beekeys are like a group of mushrooms open. Only the sound of the wind, and the mountains are always silent. Grandma is going to back, with an old ancient wooden barrel. I said, I will feel the hand in the hand, the wooden barrel is bent on the waist. Grandma laughed, said, I am coming - my grandmother laughs and looks great. My face is burning on the face. At that time, Grandma was 78 years old, and I am 18 years old. I slept in the fire in the evening, my father was still in advising grandfather to move down the mountain. Grandpa is silent for a long time, only to say --------- Wait, you can't move again. I know that my grandfather is a strong man. When you are young, you will receive a big family to this rolling mountain, the knife is fire, and the bird shooting geese is like the hero's praise and love. The next morning, the snow stopped, and the snow in my pile is still there. Let's go to the lake, the lake is frozen, we simply walk on the ice, and a few half-long fish in the ice, the frozen hard, drums the eyes. Let's pick up the stone, open the ice, the grandfather pulls the cotton and puts the fish in. After turning the lake, it has been noon, fell out of the fish in the arms -------- fish is getting lived, and it is full of trouble. One person finds the root branch, wear the fish in the top, the fragrance slowly echoed in the air.
