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I have eaten a variety of mountain and seafood flavors, but
I ��m tired of eating Dori, but I ca n��t forget the
taste of the dumplings. For some reason, I always have a
soft spot for pasta, perhaps because the bowl of dumplings
she made for me made me fall in love with pasta at first
sight! I sat quietly at the table, as if her beautiful
figure appeared again in front of my eyes. At that time, I
was naughty. When I saw her making dumplings, I always
thought about putting in a hand. At first, I learned
something different, but the dumplings I made were upside
down, but what about her? Lined up neatly, they look
exactly the same, like copy and paste. In the end, she
"hurried" me aside
Carton Of
Cigarettes. So I looked aside at her quietly
Marlboro
Lights, the two of us didn't say a word, the room was
quiet, and the symphony was held from time to time in the
distance. I watched her dancing her hands, and pieces of
art were born from her clever hands
online_c4">Marlboro Gold. She sprinkled a handful of
flour from time to time, and I can't forget that scene now.
Like a fairy with scattered flowers, she is a beautiful
fairy in my eyes. The wind blew her broken hair, and I
accidentally found several silver wires. The light was
shining on her waxy face, and the eyes were full of
thoughts and peace that were not there in the past ...
Somehow, a hot bowl of dumplings appeared in front of me.
One by one, small and plump, white and fat, I eat it in one
bite, it is aromatic, like a ray of warm sun in the winter,
warming me. As if it were, a street lamp in the endless
night gave me hope. Keep me from swallowing for a long
time. At this time she smiled at me, and her eyes finally
reflected a peaceful, brilliant light. After a while, she
went to work again. My thoughts stopped abruptly, the bowl
of fragrant overflowing dumplings disappeared, and her
smile disappeared ... Only the empty table and me with
tears left. I don't know why. The dumplings and simple
seasoning always give me a different taste. On that quiet
night, I do n��t know why I made dumplings with her. It
often appears in front of me ... that bowl of dumplings,
the taste of that kind smile in my heart, deeply carved a
knife, so that I will never forget her is my grandmother,
time flies, I know I can not stop Old age, just want to
ask: "Are you all right? My grandmother?"
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