Unconsciously to the countryside. Country' s air is fresh, greenvegetables growing gratifying; delicate willow in the breeze kept the nod, I do not know is Jisaowelcome pedestrians, or approval; crystal clear river, as huge silver side mirror Braving a group of small fish swim over the water, suddenly the silence broke into ripples a Road surface corrugated. Granny came, the old man' s grave, we prepared paper money,gold ingots and other ritual objects are placed in abag, so Grandpa and GrandmaJisao.The fire was large, reflecting our flushed. Burn paper money, we turn to the old woman and the old man bowed bow. My turn, my silent prayer: "Please Granny, the old man blessedme to learn and progress, every day happy to be a four good teenagers. "Naughty little brother bow when the tummy is simply nodded his head . . . . . .
