Praise grandma's poems? 1? three

Poems for Grandma Are all the trees around you green? Does the cuckoo sing among the leaves, and does the butterfly flutter in the grass on your grave? Grandma, there is a faint smell of wheat in the air. I miss you. Your clear smile will never be blurred, just like white clouds floating in the sky, and then you get together. Your story has been echoing in my ears, like a clear spring running along a valley in a mountain stream. Your strong personality spreads among relatives. My blood is full of burning. Spark: I know where you come from. Your deep love is in this cool breeze and bright moon. Whether I am awake or asleep, I am breathing and taking a bath. The village behind you is enjoying the benefits. Sophora japonica blooms like snow. When you were a child, the big pear tree was covered with naughty green pears. After the heavy rain, there are yellow apricot trees everywhere. The yellow and blue flowers aroused a swarm of bees to collect honey. You stood in the yard, shouting naughty little guy. Granddaughter Huang also began to cry loudly. Grandma, there is a strong smell of your cooking in the yard. I miss you. Your focused eyes have been staring at me somewhere, just like the stars shining forever in the dark blue sky. The light shines like a diamond. Your thin body still appears in my dream. At night, you always wear that dark blue dress, just like shadows, flowers and clouds in the sun. You still stand at the entrance of the village every Saturday afternoon. Looking under the tree, I am as loyal and persistent as waiting for the night of dawn. Your hair will never be messy. You are a perfectionist, just like I am always looking for the East and the West. In front of your perfection, the stream in front of you is still flowing. In summer, the little black fish and shrimp inside will always be my delicious food. Pepper and eggplant in our back garden have provoked butterflies and dragonflies. They are yellow and white. They are like flying flowers. Dragonflies have blue eyes. The purple water wheel babbled by the stream. Sometimes naughty loaches are sent to canals. Huang Yuan came over and bravely pecked the black-backed loach in the water with his long mouth. I hid behind a tall bean rack, and my braids were intertwined with long green beans. Yellow came out of nowhere. Grandma, I miss you. You have a grumpy personality. Your children are eager to make you angry. You close your eyes when you are angry. Let your naughty little son kneel in front of you and shout his hoarse voice. Your flame burned himself and your children. When you were young, you didn't go home for three years in a row because your mother looked down on you. Her mother misses you and is in tears. She sent you home again and again until your mother came to see you in tears three years later. You turned your family upside down in the county seat. The whole family secretly marveled at the ambition of a little girl. You and Qiu Ju, just in the county and false director of a lawsuit. In order to give my husband a statement, your sharpness and strength are like a sword pointing to a chaotic society, making the darkness tremble. The road you took my little hand has been submerged in weeds. Green mantis, yellow grasshopper and black cricket are all my childhood friends. Their eyes are round and bright, and there are more colors reflected in them than I have seen. The chicken is flapping its wings, and its tender cry is lonely and anxious. They walk like little ones. Fluffy balls are rolling around on the grass. Two snow-white lambs always run away from us playfully. Their wet eyes and wet cries always remind me of my mother sadly. When I need them, they are always not with me. I am like the chicken that is always left out, lonely and anxious. Grandma, I miss you. You have a heart as steaming as spring. Your popularity is like gardenia in the yard. The fragrance intoxicated a village with your enthusiasm. Is to attract many strangers, from which they get comfort, food, sympathy and confidence. You love food, embroidery, praise and flowers. Of course, your favorite is the little granddaughter with big black eyes. You passed on this spring-like heart to her, so that she would not be afraid of the cold in any ice and snow all her life. This is the most precious legacy you left her. She will continue to pass it on like a torchbearer, with your warmth and warmth in the mysterious blood from generation to generation. Strong and rational. Now you sleep in that green field, surrounded by endless trees and crops, as well as cuckoo magpies and the most common sparrows called Tian Zi orioles. Their voices are loud and long, accompanied by distant mountains like a dream. Everything is as quiet as when you first came to this world. Don't you often tell your granddaughter philosophically: People eat one bite at a time, which is why China has a long history? Like countless women, you created family history and destiny with love and affection, and then you went to sleep quietly.