How do you reply to the text messages sent by foreigners?

It's okay. If you answer like this, the other person will think that you are a very polite girl. It's very cold in the winter morning. Although the sun shines into the yard, it depends on it.

The old can't melt the ice in the iron bucket. I am on the blackboard in my room.

When grandma puts me in her hand. Six-year-olds,

For grandma's trust and dependence, the mountains are heavy and the sea is deep. My grandmother,

Wearing a big dark gray cotton-padded jacket, lovingly stroking my head.

Her hands are big and thick, and time has branded her hard life.

A road, but it is her pride and pride. Grandma kept her promise,

Put a red line around my ear hole and put me in her hand from now on.

Heart. When I am happy, she knows; When I was sad, she understood. one

That red line, which I hold, is my yearning and attachment to her all my life.

How can so many memories be accommodated in one heart? Time is not.

Walking slowly, memories are taking root. Childhood passed away, companion.

Grandma's age is increasing rapidly. I said to her, you bastard.

Will live to 100 years old. Grandma smiled, happy and satisfied.

When I said this, I punched her and her shoulder.

Waist. I'm growing up and she's getting old. Her hair is white.

The dog's hair suppressed the dog's black hair. I really want to unplug them,

It seems that time will stop.

Heavy school work limited the number of times I went to see her.

Sometimes, I don't know if it will make me regret my choice. I remembered

Grandma is very healthy, although she is very tired and hard all her life.

However, my grandmother wants to be a centenarian.