Who can write me a poem about grandma?

Grandma's gone

Grandma's gone

Walk silently.

Have a painful past

Go to a distant paradise.

In front of your coffin

I can't be calm for a long time.

My thoughts take me back to those distant times.

Grandma was born in a poor peasant family.

Become an adult and get married with grandpa.

No wedding dress, no new bed

Only get up early and get greedy, only work hard and do it hard.

Hold up a sky with hard work

Turn a poor, white, stormy home

Have a good time.

You and grandpa both have a kind heart.

Adopted two homeless daughters.

Take care of it like your own flesh and blood.

Raise them and educate them.

Your love is all over the country.

Even the dog in front of your house.

You also give a love.

However, in that absurd era.

Those idle, gluttonous and lazy old villains

Wearing the cloak of a new social master

They made an accusation.

Say what? You are the landlord.

"How many fields, how many possessions, how many people's blood and tears"

Although you have thousands of mouths and tongues.

Just say the same as before.

Just sweat a little more than them.

Add a few more wrinkles

Say how to help them.

How many times have you given them charity?

The reason why hooligans are hooligans

It's simply unreasonable, outrageous and unreasonable

They don't listen to your defense.

Still turning the house upside down

Eager to find what you want.

However, they were disappointed.

There is nothing else.

Only anger

So Yuto was whipped.

How many times did you fall on your little foot?

How many times have you been red and swollen?

The storm finally passed.

You and your motherland have finally ushered in a new spring.

You still get up early and get greedy as usual.

It is said that the lost years will be recovered in good health.

Help parents rebuild a small house.

In order to increase income

You and grandpa took the trouble to go to more than ten miles.

reclaim wasteland

Sow a little hope

Time has dyed your sideburns white.

You and your grandfather in their seventies are busy in front of and behind the house all the year round.

Cut the grass, pick cotton, and take care of the vegetable garden.

Feed pigs, raise chickens, cook and wash clothes. ...

Almost all the housework has been contracted.

Grandma was already in the afternoon when you left.

You are still dragging your feet.

Meet the great-grandson of kindergarten at the bridge.

Take a bath after dinner in the evening.

You said as usual.

I went to bed.

I didn't know the sun was up.

But you never woke up.

Grandma, what you do is cattle and horses.

Wearing coarse clothes.

I ate leftovers and juice.

You always serve the bowl last.

Always leave us better dishes.

It is said that parents are the backbone of the family.

Eat better when you are busy outside.

Saying that our bodies are growing is the future.

Study hard, work hard and eat well.

I've never heard that you want to have a good meal.

Even if we leave it to you

You are quietly caught in our sister's bowl again.

Or eat your own coarse grains and vegetarian dishes

Grandma, you're gone

You have gone through eighty-six bumpy spring and autumn periods.

The whole village came to see you off.

Say good people in unison

The people who tortured you.

They all shed tears of regret.

Confess in front of your soul.

Grandma left.

Walk silently.

Even for the last time.

Don't bother future generations for a minute.

slip away

Maybe you always knew.

In May, people are doubly busy, planting cotton and transplanting rice seedlings.

Grandma, rest in peace.

You have given us too much wealth.

Diligence, kindness, frugality, kindness

Enough for us to enjoy life.

Your descendants will work harder.

Complete one's due career