Grandmother toilet glass

 For a long time, my heart always hear a voice, the voice of the KuangDang rang; A hear the sound, my heart trembled, the voice of the heart than tear to fears. So that now I heard the sound of similar to LieBo, good thing across the sound of glass, and sometimes even can feel the voice of the pin drop on the ground. This unusual psychological reflex, but as a child from a dramatic experience.

At that time, my grandmother is still around, already is year s who had. Until now, I also think that my grandmother is the world's most kind kind person, she never and anyone with a mouth, red face, in the life always resignation; Then grandfather was a drunk, not even our grandchildren are so called him. In my impression, grandfather although years of age, but still often loudly reprimand angrily to my grandmother, I did not hear his grandmother and it's over. In her small thin body, the world is something between, leaving the true love.

But I actually did a most make grandmother sad thing, until now still vivid. Once, and I took the little brother in the grandmother of little sister to play with in the room, and the casual flipping her thing, accidentally put her toilet glass drop the ground and broke. A harsh KuangDang voice, glass fragments scattered, like the stars of shadow. Grandmother walked in, see fall on the ground of toilet glass, a long time not to talk, but I saw her take with the face expression of pain wrinkles, is hanging sad tears. Then she leaned over and break the wooden frame of the pieces of glass and with bag up, and she didn't reprimand angrily to us, but to see her appearance, beat and scold than we also uncomfortable.

Afterwards just know, that toilet glass is with her grandmother the whole life of the content assorted, is her only PeiJia items: a delicate made of the wooden frame of the toilet glass, although there are some mottled, but my grandmother or to it every day, meticulously combed the variegated thin hair, even if life drift from place to place, also never changed this habit. But, since her toilet glass is broken after, she would have seriously comb; Even if the father to her to buy a beautiful mirror, she also never used it. At that time, often saw grandmother (the appearance of white hair head, my heart is especially guilt, but don't understand why so love dearly her grandmother of toilet glass.

Now, I would have understood the grandmother mood, maybe that toilet glass mapping the life of her life, and distant and fuzzy had the peach blossom; See toilet glass, they were filled with infinite sweet and sour. Toilet glass pieces, put her memories of also took away, for she is the spirit of how cruel robbing it. Can't remember what movie, see those who'd never had to get the emperor of female favour the harem, full day of rust-stained dinghies in bronze mirror, in memory of the youth have disappeared. I was like, toilet glass for woman really have too much memory, even is an irreplaceable spirit.

Until now, KuangDang rang voice I can't listen to, it will let my mind was trembling. Because the noise, once was my grandmother broken voice.

ChuanDuanKangCheng have a only five hundred words of the novel, but saw very unforgettable. Write a port to all other job to support a family man away, away from the day of the wife of calm in the kitchen cooking silently to see him off, accidentally broke a bowl between, the sitting room at the other man, hear WanEr crisp crash landing. After leaving the home, not easy to make a living, east float west swing, to earn a little money and thinking about going to drink, every time when we got back to the house, pull open the door, by the ear often think of the bowl of be born sound: KuangDang a cry.
For this down to man, this WanEr fell to the ground KuangDang sound, it is a kind of homesickness, wife and children's call, and of the loss of palpitations, the life of the harsh voice warning. True, for the human mind fragile, some sound is not to hear.

Many years passed, grandmother broken toilet glass has been in my mind for, toilet glass fell to the ground KuangDang voice that sometimes echoed in my mind. Although clear offering every year, I would give her to go to a new toilet glass, but not my heart belongs the guilt, even if it is not the fault of committed.

Grandmother toilet glass, my heart can't XiaoMin the palpitations and eternal heart offering.