Whenever I see my neighbor

Whenever I see my neighbor Aunt Wang, my heart can not help but think of my kind grandmother. She has been dead for almost a year, a thick book of photos, leaving grandma with us many good times. My grandmother, and many ordinary old people in the north, a head of silver hair always combed neatly, forehead covered with a line of wrinkles. Grandma always doubled up and seemed unable to get up. A pair of thick knuckle hands like old branches, is never straight. Listen to my mother, my grandmother is the eldest in the family, she was the bellwether since childhood, until the younger brother and sister arranged a family, she became their own home. Years of suffering had made her unable to hold her back or stretch her hands straight. Grandma was a kind and hardworking woman, always giving a little of this and a little of that, but she was reluctant to eat. She would cook food for us by the pot, hoe and water in the garden, or wash clothes for her children. As soon as she stepped out of the house, the chickens and ducks would immediately surrounded her. The duck ate and looked at her grandmother as if to thank her. Remember once, mom and dad to take me home to see my grandparents, grandmother unexpectedly nervous for several days to eat bad sleep bad, always said that sentence: "Go out must pull the child's hand." A few months later, we came back from my grandfather's home to my grandmother's home. As soon as I came back, my grandmother held me tightly in her arms, crying and saying, "I thought I would never see you again." Later I knew that my grandmother had been seriously ill and could die at any time. A few months later, Grandma did leave us. Now whenever I see my grandmother's photos, I think of my grandmother love me, I miss my grandmother very much.Whenever I see my neighbor Aunt Wang, my heart can not help but think of my kind grandmother. She has been dead for almost a year, a thick book of photos, leaving grandma with us many good times. My grandmother, and many ordinary old people in the north, a head of silver hair always combed neatly, forehead covered with a line of wrinkles. Grandma always doubled up and seemed unable to get up. A pair of thick knuckle hands like old branches, is never straight. Listen to my mother, my grandmother is the eldest in the family, she was the bellwether since childhood, until the younger brother and sister arranged a family, she became their own home. Years of suffering had made her unable to hold her back or stretch her hands straight. Grandma was a kind and hardworking woman, always giving a little of this and a little of that, but she was reluctant to eat. She would cook food for us by the pot, hoe and water in the garden, or wash clothes for her children. As soon as she stepped out of the house, the chickens and ducks would immediately surrounded her. The duck ate and looked at her grandmother as if to thank her. Remember once, mom and dad to take me home to see my grandparents, grandmother unexpectedly nervous for several days to eat bad sleep bad, always said that sentence: "Go out must pull the child's hand." A few months later, we came back from my grandfather's home to my grandmother's home. As soon as I came back, my grandmother held me tightly in her arms, crying and saying, "I thought I would never see you again." Later I knew that my grandmother had been seriously ill and could die at any time. A few months later, Grandma did leave us. Now whenever I see my grandmother's photos, I think of my grandmother love me, I miss my grandmother very much.