I have recently found this photograph of Granny. Two years ago.
Mom and I visited her in China. We walked along the gorgeos path of art, of nature. There is lots of things I give credit to China as a Tawanese, this is one of it: The goverment designs all the sceneries perfectly, which are combined by natural beauty and man-made gardens. They have cleaners there every single day, to pick out the garbage in the river, mop the road, and cut the trees into delicate shape.
There is nothing like this in where I live. Nothing like this in Taiwan. We have nice parks though, you could see from the photos I uploaded last week (or is it two weeks ago?). But Mom and I are the only people who go there, which is so sad. It's such a waste if nobody appreciate the park itself.
They don't care a bean for it.
But as long as I knew, Granny does. She sings songs when looking at the glorious flowers. It is a song of two butterflies (Granny used to be a teacher in pre-school). People who don't know her may consider that as childish. I consider that wonderful and vigerous--- it lets her heart stay young.