Last year, the old father brought back the porridge of Hanshan Temple, hoping to bless the grandmother's peace and health, unknowingly a year has passed, after growing up, regret slowly accumulated more, it is not a pity. The festival is not used to celebrate, used to miss. After the Laba is the year, I can expect that every year in the future will not be as happy as before. After my grandmother left, it seemed that the matter of going to reunion lost its meaning. I think everyone's family relationship will become fragmented with the passing of the old man. Occasionally when I was in the yard sun, I heard an old man talking, and I thought it was a grandmother, and the mood of joy came out in an instant. I had some moments that I expected, except in dreams, it was difficult to taste the happiness of having in the moment of awakening. I have always believed in the unwavering, she must be in the parallel world, with blessings and love, waiting for us to be reunited with her someday, I even feel that only such thoughts can be comforted, and can be stolen.