Two dollars lucky money

 New Year's money
thirty two dollars on the eve of New Year's money in the bank for most people. Finally changed to the new money, and my heart happily for. A picture of a new New Year's money, entrusted with one of the junior high expectations, big people also In the eyes of a child more than a surprise for the elders were proud of.
Time flies, and now themselves be called into the ranks of older, very proud to jump to a small group of guys made some money out. children are pinched ran away with piles of money, they cheered, as I have the feelings of childhood. still remember, is grandmother to two dollars and some money.
grandmother who lives on the Loess Plateau, soil mountain dirt road, winding spiral . whenever the snow, walking difficult. Every winter snows melt and the mud and had to take along the Trustee steamed last year, together with other spring season to visit. That year cold, but no snow, the weather was clear and several aunts led the children out early in the morning until the afternoon before ringing up the last ridge. grandmother pointed stone on the front of meters Shen Jian, said: bridge, all the way beheld a man waited at the bridge grandmother, left hand resting on the amount of overlooking, the head of the wind turning the blue handkerchief. We flew like a bird over to grandma surrounded them, shouting, crying, jumping . grandma grins, and laughing very happy hh
door, the grandmother cried we sat on the kang, warm feet. and then complain about us to the late, honey locust tree in the backyard look back a waited a long time , but not a figure. and then looked at several great-grandchildren, one in front of Asking Who is this, and pulled eyes looked carefully, lovingly to his head and murmured: I baby tall, long cherish the , almost to the hh
not recognized after the greeting, and asked some baby eat anything with rice. aunts touted mm Baogu mix boil sweet potatoes. grandma blame: Master every day to eat, so what's delicious. another to do good. the baby were all hungry as the Han.
soon, bowls of hot, sweet potato soup style yellow side up. wooden plate placed a small corner of the Diecai the middle of a bowl of sour Tate's yellow vegetables, adults and children sitting on the kang, eat with relish. grandma still he kept shouting: nothing good, are full, not hungry. said Fangxiawankuai, pulled up clothing or wiping from his eyes. grandma top the top grandmother, to whisper: Look how happy baby something to eat, let alone, and faster to eat. Grandma Picking Up, chopsticks, shaking it, said: eat, eat. sweet potato soup and bars and sweet to the sour spicy yellow vegetables, ate two bowls, I should have failed to eat enough. what kind of taste, it can clearly remember.
winter time is short, she looks to be back home soon. I quickly went to the backyard, pick a tree Gleditsia, ready to bring back to play. The door opened, grandmother gently waved, motioning me to the front, black skirt from the rubbing of the wrinkled in order to work out a two-dollar bar bar, rolled up into my little pocket there, stroking my head and said: grandmother money, you take two dollars; a good education, I have a pity baby! took grandmother's hand rough the bone, looked at the wrinkled face engraved, loving look deeply imprinted in my mind.
now grandma had gone to another world, safe in hard to find. then two dollars and some money has also been worn, I have not replaced by new, did not buy anything, still treasure. In my mind, this is the most valuable asset.