Modern poems about grandma

Dedicated to grandma

She burst into tears.

It is conceivable that she has become an old orphan.

She was filled with tears of discontent.

The towering bridge of the nose flows into the crooked mouth

Walnut eyes are dry and dull.

Convey some softness.

Tremors mingled in the air.

High-pitched part

Sudden interrupt

A brief happiness between cups at noon on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

She forgot whose child I really am.

How many times?

She is still used to standing on the national highway full of firecrackers.

Guard us.

Wait for the bus, get on the bus, and leave with the exhaust of the car.

She asked, holding the door

Tooth, whose villain are you?

Are you going back to Wenling or Luqiao?

There are plates across the table.

Grandma's false teeth are white and clean.

She was sure it wasn't part of her body.

I am also very satisfied with my life.

Laoqiu's wife died, and both of them died.

So far, count me in.

Grandma wiped away her tears.

Behind me is my uncle, my second aunt and my mother.

Consistency of action

She is very satisfied.

I'm still the mother of so many children in front.

She also drank some white wine and beer for this purpose.

Grandma who drinks white wine is very satisfied.

We stayed with her until three in the afternoon.

She invited us to eat fruit.

Half a box of oranges with green hair.

The time she waited for the child.

Obviously much longer than green hair.

She also put it by the bed.

Like to kill time at night.

A set of journey to the west books and reading glasses

Now upgrade to Journey to the West and some Huangmei scenes.

In this era when you can order Chou-heung without Tang Bohu.

Did grandma and my second aunt talk about Mrs. Peng?

Ask my mother about me, too

although

Later, she didn't know.

Tooth, whose little man?