Affection experience

So, a year after year seems to be to the Spring Festival, is not the lack of relatives and friends. Ask friends, how is the Spring Festival, with "same old" complete their answer, no experience is very deep. Perhaps this is because in their mind: Spring Festival is a Chinese traditional festival, it is just a kind of custom, they just need to follow the custom, in their body seems to have only surface. Pay a visit someone, it is perhaps they think this is part of the customs, the respect though, but not a real feelings.
I remember when the feeling of separation bag grandpa, not just in the warm, and feel more like that are reliable. A great body so close to my cheek, this is what I want, and I feel no tears to prove such feeling. At that time I didn't have time to go to experience the same blood only moved, this will let me fusion, know, that is the magic of love.
Together with our outside a public, and unusual's uncle. In fact in my memory, this is a real remember him. He grow strong, the middle of the head, not a silk hair shine like just waxed floor, his eyes to what I don't know, sitting on the chair, hand holding acrross each other. He asked me remember him, I have some impression, he raised his head, tell me two years ago to a wedding, one of the bridegroom is his son (a doing big business businessman), she is arrogant have to express to me this means and I didn't listen to how much, and has been in for him dressed up today with a leather vest, let me feel disgusted, not to mention his piece of wool coat, a share of the proud man odor. He and I are not very close, and I also always guess he what are we part is related by blood.
In for lunch, he talk about kids learning, the future of the most only, this also is the uncle's most like drag me into this topic. She didn't care for children of changes in temperature in winter, don't care for children now thought, because we such children is not close to him, and seemed to a strange to treat. And he wants to save what, intentionally seek the topic of the concerns me, but didn't think no cause I love for them, on the contrary make disgust, even a false of the foolish, his deliberately contributed to my care. He such children for us, seem to future is the most important, and never want to go from the essence.
Grandpa topic will always transfer to his children, because he knew that, on about them will feel a sense of happiness, the mouth cape slightly up the head, carried a pleased, the last laugh open, and the has been so. He before table, sometimes in spite of his love for children and to offer cheers, this also is his love, he had I want the truth. Now recall when his facial expression, this is can not use words to describe, only their profound experience.
Grandpa as always, always will we to the station. A car for, he will be a man walk toward home, I seem to see him in the car and honest of figure. I guess, person in the way, should be in memories of a day and we have wonderful clips. At that time no one will bother him, alone and still, the mouth cape memories or slightly up, a kind of like the look of happiness.
I feel the strands of stream, off to the tides of forever, in the heart of the ripples of also in laughter. Without reciprocity, just the thought of "want to see," a heart desires, that's enough, and really have the dear ones.