#Toutiao Creation Challenge# The stacked branches and vines are wrapped high and low around the walls carved with scars from the years, and their steps slowly land on the broken bluestone slabs. A few low sounds of wind spread to the end of the alley, and with my eyes, they are c

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#Toutiao Creation Challenge# The stacked branches and vines are wrapped high and low around the walls carved with scars from the years, and their steps slowly land on the broken bluestone slabs. A few low sounds of wind spread to the end of the alley, and with my eyes, they are c - DayDayNews

At that time, the clear golden sunlight stretched my jumping shadow and walked slowly towards the courtyard bathed in the sun. As my steps approached, the figure that had been waiting in dusk many times came into my sight again. My grandmother sat on the small wooden stool beside the door, keeping her look into the alley for a while - maybe from being sent to the school until she returns now - until my young figure appeared in the alley, she was obviously relieved and showed a kind smile.

Now that my hand caresses the mottled wooden door, I remember that my eyes always stay on the loving figure and look of my grandmother who is leaning against the door under the setting sun.

pushed open the heavy door and smelled the full smell of grape juice in an instant.

#Toutiao Creation Challenge# The stacked branches and vines are wrapped high and low around the walls carved with scars from the years, and their steps slowly land on the broken bluestone slabs. A few low sounds of wind spread to the end of the alley, and with my eyes, they are c - DayDayNews

At that time, in the heavy twilight of midsummer, my grandmother was holding the young me half lying on the cool bamboo chair, letting me hold the cracked and old bark to play uneasily. My grandmother just smiled, swaying the palm-leaf fan at once, and she would carry a thick fermented grape fragrance, rubbing against my cheeks. Looking at me who was slightly drunk in the fragrance of grapes, my grandmother often had a smile on her lips.

Now that I smell the rich fragrance of grapes again, I remember that my eyes always stayed between the patient movements and smiles of my grandmother who was shaking the fan to cool down in the twilight.

Finally stood in the yard where I was playing in my youth again, but I only saw the rattan chairs that were once under the dead trees.

#Toutiao Creation Challenge# The stacked branches and vines are wrapped high and low around the walls carved with scars from the years, and their steps slowly land on the broken bluestone slabs. A few low sounds of wind spread to the end of the alley, and with my eyes, they are c - DayDayNews

At this time, the door behind the tree creaked high tone, followed by a crutch, which was a hunched and thin body as thin as a dead branch. The wrinkled face burst into a bright smile when it was seen me, but in the bright light, there was no blackness in the bright white hair. I didn’t clearly hear my grandmother say as usual: “Come in the house, don’t catch a cold…” Still the tone of caring, but because of the irresistible few coughs , tears blurred my vision. When my grandmother returned to her room, her eyes were still at the dazzling white hair that fluttered in the wind. She finally realized that her grandmother was getting older.

is the love you give to make you so old in just over ten years! My eyes are still stuck with your love, but this time, I decided to cover your shoulders with my love from now on.

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