去医院探望外婆时,我用手指轻抚着她凉凉的手上细弱的血管。她颤颤地睁开眼睛看着我的手,我忍不住问:“你想要吃一小块苹果派吗?”“玛丽。”她用微弱的气息呼唤着我的名字,然后就又睡了过去。外婆的手总让我想起她那些甜美的肉桂苹果派。以前,我总是站在她的身后,看她在厨房水槽旁削苹果皮。我看着她的手娴熟地持着水果刀,期待她在苹果上削出那完 When I went to the hospital to visit my grandmother, I caressed the weak blood vessels in her cool hands with my fingers. She opened her eyes and trembled at my hand, and I could not help but ask: “Do you want to eat a small piece of apple pie?” “Mary”. "She called my name with a weak breath , Then fell asleep again. Grandmother’s hand always reminds me of her sweet cinnamon apple pie. Before, I always stood behind her and saw her peeling apple peel near the kitchen sink. I looked at her hand skillfully holding a fruit knife, looking forward to her cut out on the apple finished