In my dream, I seem to smell the fragrance of camellia chrysantha again, and the touching ripples gently ripple: clear and soft ... the fragrance of camellia chrysantha is faint and sweet. Grandma's eyes are pure springs that ripple people's hearts to the extreme. There is a rice noodle shop downstairs in grandma's house. The owner is a kind old woman. Business is good and guests come and go. And I only noticed one guest-she is a middle school student, with black and shiny hair tied in a ponytail and wearing black-rimmed glasses. She always holds a book and reads it with rapt attention. She always leaves a bowl of soup powder and a cup of camellia after people finish eating. I remember that night, that sister didn't walk into the rice noodle shop, but hurried by. "ah! Girl, don't you want a bowl of soup powder? Review well! Just a cup of camellia. " The owner's grandmother put on her apron again and said. "Oh, no, grandma. I lost my money, so I can only get hungry tonight. " Sister spread out her hands and said helplessly. "No, no, you can't be hungry. You have to take the mid-term exam. How difficult it is to review! " Grandma dragged her sister into the shop. "Grandma, I have no money!" My sister looks puzzled. "No money, no money, just sit and wait for me!" Grandma smiled and hurried into the kitchen. Soon, grandma came out with a bowl of soup powder and two cups of camellia. "Xiao Zhao! Your parents didn't come back so early today. Come and sit here first! " Grandma warmly greeted me upstairs. "ok!" I answered. Grandma put the soup powder on the table in front of her sister's seat and said, "Eat it, it will be nutritious and you will do well in the exam!" " The body is the guarantee of everything! "My sister can't refuse. After saying "thank you", she began to eat soup powder. After a while, the elder sister looked up, picked up the camellia, took a sip and paused. By the dim light, I clearly saw tears shining in the corner of my sister's eyes. "Elder sister, golden camellia is so delicious! Why are you crying? "I'm confused." Yes, this golden camellia is really delicious, which touched my sister so much! "Sister answered me calmly. Now recalling this incident, I know that it was not the insignificant camellia that moved my sister to tears, but the grandmother's care for my sister in that cup of camellia ... I dreamed of camellia, as if I smelled its fragrance again, as if I saw my sister's tears again, as if I saw my grandmother's face again, as if I saw the faint but warm light of that small shop again. All care, all touch, only in that cup of camellia, I can't write, I can't say. ...