I remember all the happy moments I had in my grandmother's house.Deep in my memory,It always smells like grandma. Grandma's taste is sweet chicken soup.Grandma knows I love chicken soup best,She is often the gospel of the gospel, the author,the soup pot is stewed with chicken soup.One small one small pieces of straw in a foreign web site,the light lit up and gave her a gentle face.I drank chicken soup,Say grandma, you have worked hard, and you have a drink,Grandma says baby, chicken soup is for my baby.Now I think of grandma's taste of chicken soup, as if from the mouth to the northwest street. Grandma's taste is the smell of soap on clothes.The cold winter, the grandmother in spite of the cold, the hands red, bent over the waist to wash my clothes.Cold and cold, grandma stood up, with his fist gently beating the waist, smiling to me that grandma is old, old, grandma's baby will grow up！Grandma didn't know how many clothes she had done and how many times she had to fuck me……

Grandma's taste is the breath of the sun's quilt.Grandma always looked at me in the light and watched me fall asleep.Sometimes I pretended to be asleep, and after a long time, I opened my eyes and found my grandmother still looking at me.I was at grandma's house, and my grandmother kissed me on my forehead.So I fell asleep in the warm eyes of my grandmother The taste of grandma is the taste of blood.When I was sad, grandma would put me in my arms and touch my face with the palm of my hand and wipe my tears with a tissue. The taste of my wife is the taste of sweat.In the country's summer night, grandma's legs are sitting on the net, and I'm a fan of the wind, and I sweat it with a towel.The sweat of the micro-blog fell on the paper.I'm here to sleep with my grandmother's infinite love of air……

My grandmother's yard, every one-inch soil, every one tree, the panel is a desktop window and even air has my lovely grandmother's taste.Grandma is like a warm sunshine shining on my happy childhood years.Grandma's taste accompanied me to spend one of the four seasons. I keep my grandmother's taste in my heart, and I will never forget it.Grandma is always beside me, in my heart.