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The white hair of full head of that old person, eyeful period sees the ground look at me on the road. That is my dear grandfather, I am thrown toward all baggage in the hand to run quickly toward to him. I and my long parted grandfather of 4 years meets again, two people lachrymal tears Si flows. The first word that the grandfather says with me is: “Pear tree died half, as a result of in former years that plague of insects.I think the grandfather is certain for those pear tree a lot of older, I see the furrow of his fulfil the quota, embraced him again.