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Talk about the mood of grandma's death

The lies she weaves are comparable to Andersen's fairy tales.

She said that when I grew up, I wouldn't make it up.

How many winters

How many pieces did she knit for me?

I don't remember.

Her kind face gave me the best childhood.

As I grew up,

How many times have you refuted her?

I dream about her every night when I sleep.

In the dream, her vicissitudes of life face and the face that will never return.

And those calloused hands

People always die, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.

Looking back on childhood, it's all those beautiful memories.

I really want to go back in time.

Listen to her nagging in my ear.

But time is gone forever, and people can't be resurrected after death.

I wish you all the best in heaven!