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the same the yellow chair is,the same yellow blanket is,but not the person is  there anymore.
my grandma liked to sit in her old friend-the yellow chair.every day,she was  always there,in the chair,telling us the brilliant tales,listening to the sound
of the yard，seeing what happened in the streets, feeling the joyand sorrow in this world.when i lost my grandma,the world seemed totally dark to me.in front of me is the endless mis toward her.i can never hear her kind voice calling my name;i can never do anyting to repay her care and love to me...
the living has to go on with the coming future.all i can do is to remember her face,her voice,her figure,which will never fade in my memory.no one will sit  in that yellow chair again,the vacant will be there,for ever!
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