My grandma has an old radio .she likes listening to bejing opera.by the time went away,her hearing get worse .but she still laugh. her hair as the snowcap gleams with lght lent it by the brimming moon.i felt about she is getting older and older .then it occurs to me that her hairs have been stolen by the ruthless years stolen.one light,i was listenig to music by the smart phone,she told me that the life is not a smart phone where you can play you want.Life is a radio where you have to enjoy what is being played.Steve