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The passage of time has washed away too many memories of my grandmother, and many things have passed before my eyes, just like the fallen leaves falling in the forest in autumn, leaving only my blurred back.

I tried to remember the past, but there were only scattered fragments of memories.

Only the memory of her is imprinted in my heart, and she is my grandmother.

Every Spring Festival, as soon as Xiaobai Shoes returns to Taizhou, he will go to the orange grove to pick oranges.

One year, I returned to Taizhou wearing my new pair of white shoes.

When my grandma saw my little white shoes, the first thing she said was, "These little white shoes are the whitest pair of shoes I have ever seen!" On the day of picking oranges, I proudly wore my white shoes to pick them.

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When I arrived at the orange grove, I smelled the refreshing smell of oranges.

Looking around, there are golden tangerines hanging on the short orange trees. The tangerines are so plump that it feels like the pulp inside is about to burst out.

I closed my eyes and pictured eating an orange in my mind: slowly peeling off the peel and putting the pulp into my mouth. With just one bite, the juice in the pulp filled my mouth.

Grandpa gave us the bamboo basket for picking oranges, and after telling us the time to go home, we ran out like puppies who only saw food.

Those who pick oranges quickly, plentifully and well every year can get the rewards they deserve.

I climbed the trees like a boy and after quickly picking oranges from the trees, I climbed from one tree to another without hesitation.

Back at my grandma's house, I had the most and best oranges, but my little white shoes turned into little black shoes.

I became impatient because no matter how much I washed these little black shoes, I couldn't turn them back into white shoes.

When it was time to go to bed, I threw the pair of white shoes in the pool without looking back.

Around three or four in the morning, I was woken up by a sound that sounded like shoes being cleaned.

I carefully got out of bed, walked to the stairs, and saw a familiar figure from behind, it was grandma!

She was washing my little white shoes carefully and carefully with a small brush.

Grandma brushed every shoe surface very clean, even the invisible corners, as if they were new.

I took a closer look and saw that my grandma's not-so-tall figure began to gradually become shorter, the wrinkles on her face began to increase, the veins on her hands began to bulge, and she began to tremble.

Only then did I realize that my grandma was getting older and was not as tall, young, or energetic as before.

The "little black shoes" in grandma's hands turned white. What kind of power made it turn white?

It’s the power of love, my grandma’s love for me. This kind of love crosses the boundary between the possible and the impossible. It makes the impossible possible.

Qingtuan My favorite delicacy from my grandma’s house is Qingtuan.

Qingtuan is a specialty of Taizhou. Since we can only go back to our hometown during the Chinese New Year, my grandma always prepares Qingtuan for New Year’s Eve dinner in advance.

A few weeks before the New Year's Eve dinner, I was playing games with my cousins ??and I saw my grandma collecting something that looked like grass.

What is grandma going to do with the grass?

I saw grandma walking towards the kitchen holding grass.

I said goodbye to my playmates, carefully hid in the small room next to the kitchen, and secretly watched my grandma.

After grandma washed it with clean water, she left the kitchen and went to the stone basin for making rice cakes. She put grass and various materials into the stone basin, and then started to pick up the wooden hammer and began to beat the rice cakes in the stone basin like rice cakes.

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The sound of "bang bang bang" resounded throughout the sky.

After beating for almost half an hour, grandma began to put a little water on the surface of the dough ingredients and continued to beat.

I slowly discovered that my grandma's body began to become shorter, her back gradually became bent, and her hair gradually turned white.

For some reason, my eyes slowly started to get wet.

Grandma picked up the beaten dough, put it on the kitchen kneading board, and started kneading the dough.

After kneading for about five or six minutes, start to wrap the fillings like a bun, seal it, and put it in the steamer.

Ten minutes later, grandma put the steamed food on the table and shouted: "Eat green dumplings!" I picked up a green dumpling and took a bite. The sweet taste filled my mouth.

Taste it carefully, it also has a bit of bitterness.

For some reason, tears filled my eyes again and slowly fell down.

I realized later that I was crying because of my grandma’s love for me and because of my grandma’s Youth League.

Whenever I face a "dead end", my grandma's smile will appear in front of me.

Whenever I want to give up, my grandma’s voice will appear in my ears.

Whenever I face a decision, I will think of my grandmother’s words: “Don’t make a choice that you will regret.” My grandmother has reached the age of sixty-nine this year, but whenever I recall every moment with her, I will always be that young woman.

My grandma, the grandma who gave me love.