My grandfather is short and short.
Small shoulders carried his shabby home.
Grandpa raised sheep when he was very young.
His five children are also in the flock.
Grandpa used his little body
Protect sheep and children
Time can always work miracles.
Suddenly, the child became bigger.
Let grandpa grow old.
Grandpa looks smaller when he is old.
Like a child.
A face that can withstand vicissitudes of life
It's hard to hide that grandpa once worked for those five mouths.
All great achievements
He shouldered this family.
Broken, but still a child.
Warm harbor.
Children who play with sheep are older.
I already have my own home.
I wanted to meet my grandpa, but he refused.
Grandpa is guarding the still shabby home.
There is a thoughtful expression on his face.
Perhaps, time has become a kind of magic.
Take him back to his youth.
Second, mom's dozen chickens
Last July, my mother brought back a dozen chickens.
Mother put them down carefully.
Gave them a home.
Mother always said: the native chicken at home is rich in nutrition.
I keep it well, waiting for you to go home for the New Year.
I can make it up to you.
I hate my mother's troubles, but she always takes great pains.
Keep this dozen chickens.
They are worthless.
And no matter how expensive the chicken is, you can buy it.
However, it is different for the mother to raise it herself.
That's mom's clever hand.
Like raising her children.
Feed the chickens personally every day for fear of starvation.
I hope they grow fatter.
Well, when I get home, I'll mend my body.
Where's mom? A quiet and dull day?
Be careful of those chickens.
I think my mother will when I go home for the Spring Festival.
Will smile and say, the chickens are all raised,
Heavy love bathes the chicken's food.
Chickens are moved by their mothers.
I can't wait to grow up at once.
Reward the good owners who feed them.
my good mother