一篇怀念亲人的文章拂过我的心湖,泛起久久不能平息的波纹。上次去看外婆时,是那个小院里栀子花开的时节,那气息干净而饱满。午后的阳光踩着猫步,轻盈地迈进窗内,在地面上摊开一张亮晃晃的光影。近旁,外婆躺在竹椅上小憩,侧着头,阳光下的发丝像一片水银,随她缓缓的呼吸荡漾;她干瘪嘴角却流出一缕口水,分外刺眼。我的外婆,怎么变得如此邋遢?我不禁垂下头。窗外树上,一只不知名的鸟发着怪声,好像在幸灾乐祸。小时候,也是在栀子花开的时节,我去外婆家。初夏,阳光透过树叶的绿影洒下一树斑驳的 An article to miss loved ones brushed my heart and lasted for a long time without subdued ripples. The last time I went to see my grandmother, it was a small gardenia garden season, that breath is clean and full. Afternoon sunshine catwalk, light into the window, spread a bright light and shadow on the ground. Nearby, grandmother lying on a bamboo chair rest, head side, the hair under the sun like a mercury, with her slowly breathing waves; her withered mouth out of a strand of saliva, exceptionally dazzling. My grandmother, how become so shy? I can not help but his head down. Outside the window tree, an unknown bird made a strange noise, as if gloating. As a child, but also in the gardenia season, I went to grandmother. In early summer, the sun shines through the leaves of a tree mottled