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Recall that if this thing smells Newport 100S, it is the fragrance of camphor, sweet and steady, like remembering the distinct happiness; sweet and awkward, like the sorrow of forgetting. - Who is Zhang Ailing? In the autumn night of the stranger in the Hengjiang River, I don't know the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and ignore the mellowness of fine wine. It is such a paranoid way to say a poem with a unique charm--the moon is the hometown Cigarettes Online. Simple, light and shallow, but the words broke the secret, involving my feelings with my hometown. A beautiful childhood was spent in my hometown. At that time, my grandmother liked to sit under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree sitting in the yard, gently rocking me, singing a good song, "shake, shake, and shake to the grandmother bridge..." I was shaken by her, using water The eyes looked at her and giggled. When the sweet-scented osmanthus is opened, it is also the time when the grandmother is the busiest and happy. The sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance of the fragrant scent can be smelled in dozens of miles, attracting many people to stand up and look up. The autumn wind blew, and the flowers fell from the trees, tiling the entire yard, like soft cotton wool. Grandma will pick up these sweet-scented osmanthus and make it into a sachet. One is hanging on my neck and the other is in my pocket. She said, "No one can throw the sachet. It will be our agreement until the next season." I said: "Good!" "Hanging on the hook, it is a good idea to change the grandmother's hand for a hundred years. The sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus cake is my favorite dessert. From time to time, I sip a faint osmanthus tea. The lips and tongue are full of sweetness. My grandmother does not pay attention. At that time, I will playfully licking the sweet-scented osmanthus wine with my fingers. It is bitter and sweet, and the taste of sweet-scented osmanthus is sour. After three times and five times, I was finally discovered by my grandmother. I was scared to run in the yard, trying to climb. On the osmanthus tree, but did not succumb to the direct decline, so I was held in my arms by my grandmother, not willing to let go... Day after day, my grandmother and I sat under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree to witness its growth. I was not lonely when I was with my childhood, but later I left my hometown to go to a different place because of my parents' work. I am very lonely in a busy city, I often think of my grandmother and think of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard. One day, my mother told me that my grandmother I am sick and lived In the hospital, I quickly ran to see her. Pushing open the door of the ward, it was not formalin but a faint osmanthus fragrance. I saw a few sachets on the bed of the grandmother. Grandma told me that it was I have been doing this for the fall of these years. I have been keeping it for me. When I was a child, I couldn��t regret it! I held a sachet and my tears came out. I agreed to the hour��s agreement. After my grandmother passed away, I went again. I went to see the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. It became tall. I held it deeply and put it on my ear. I wanted to hear the laughter of my grandmother and my grandmother from its thick branches, trying to evoke memories of childhood. The lost time will never come back again, never, my grandmother and I seem to be two parallel lines, never intersecting, just silently expecting, coincident day. Month is the hometown Ming - the sound that passes through the millennium hoarfrost And at night, I have the most unreasonable reason for me. I breathe in and it is a season of flowers.