Unconsciously to the countryside. Countrys air is fresh, green vegetables growing gratifying; delicate willow in the eeze kept the nod, I do not know is Jisao welcome pedestrians, or approval; crystal clear river, as huge silver side mirror Braving a group of small fish swim over the water, suddenly the silence oke into ripples a Road surface corrugated. Granny came, the old mans grave, we prepared paper money, gold ingots and other ritual objects are placed in a bag, so Grandpa and Grandma Jisao. The fire was large, reflecting our flushed. Burn paper money, we turn to the old woman and the old man bowed bow. My turn, my silent prayer: "Please Granny, the old man blessed me to learn and progress, every day happy to be a four good teenagers." Naughty little other bow when the tummy is simply nodded his head ... ...

Thus the annual Jisao end. However, I will always be grateful heart sinking, keep beating, "a grateful heart, grateful for you to blossom like me, will cherish."