when i was very young, i live in my grandmother 's house .she  has a little yard .

every morning , i got up early and played  in the yard .birds bathed in the golden sunshine ,and grandmother in a blue dress smiled to me .i can't describe her as a "great woman "or "graceful grandma ",she is so ordinary ,i think .

but for me ,she is so important .i don't just to say she made food for me or brought me up  ......in  fact ,she became a part of my fond memories of my childhood .

in those past years ,i looked upon the sky and wondered why it's always that blue more than once time .magpie flew through the sky just like a sad spirit ,while wind sang a gentle song slightly . i sat down alone on the old wall of grandmother's yard ,waiting her calling me back for supper .

every times i remember those ,a warm feeling flow  into my heart ......