In the last day of 2004, our OpenBilling project was cut. Cobald at night until 8:00 on January 1, 2005. Going home, sleeping, sleeping all is the figure of the family. I want to talk to them, but they don't care much about me. When I woke up, I was sweaty in the cold winter. Look outside the window, it seems to be at night. Then lying in the bed, memorizing the dream, but some confusion. My feeling is always sensitive. Is there something at home? Pick up the phone around the bed, see a lot of blessing SMS, have funny, have true feelings, I deleted it while I look at it. When I saw my big brother's text message, I finally confirmed my nightmare. "The grandfather died at 12 noon today!" I didn't cry, I didn't move, just watching SMS quietly. My dear grandfather, my poor grandfather will go this way! In this day, silent is away from us. Years in a hurry, the sea, the sanguin, the vicissitudes of the year, also flashing. In 2005, I left Qinghai for a whole 10 years, and I left you for 10 years. For 10 years, I gradually be self-reliant from a timid boy, and you will gradually go far, but you are getting more and more old, the years are so ruthless. Every year, when I go home, I like to stay with you, give you more people outside, listen to your teachings. Now all of them are gray, all of which are all turned into a glass of loess. The grandfather is gone, I don't know how he is reluctant to leave this world, leave the four-way wall, a poor is to wash the home, and if he can't rest assured that it is weak. I can only only have a little relief, but I can't completely change their destiny. Sometimes I hate this world, hate myself. Hate myself is not so big, you can let me care about life.
In distant foreign land, I am silent!
Migong, go to heaven's road? I think the grandfather does not know what is paradise. There is only Yinfu in his thoughts. I think of a small time, in the evening of the winter, on the fire, listening to the story of many ghosts. Our brothers and sisters like to listen to it and be afraid, and they are not afraid. Now I recall, but it is so sad. Migrant, what are you lonely? Can I visit you this year? You have to remember home, you must remember.
