从小,在爷爷、奶奶、爸爸、妈妈念念不忘的谈话和照片的感染下,我在心中已经深深地刻画出了一个人的形象。她是位老人,虽已年入耄耋,但是腰杆挺得笔直,似是一株白杨,身体十分硬朗,平展的脸庞只留下了些许属于岁月的痕迹。半白的发丝利索地用发油梳起来,在脑后绾成一个简单的发髻,额前不落一寸碎发。她不常笑,但是笑起来时眼睛弯成一条细细的月牙儿,嘴角咧到耳根去,露出一排那个年代的人们少有的光洁、整齐的 From an early age, in my grandfather, grandmother, father, mother never forget conversation and photos of infection, I have deep in the heart depicts a person’s image. Although she is an elderly person, she has a very long history. She has a very straight spine and seems to be a poplar. She is very tough and has a flat face with only traces of years. Half a white hair hairbrush neatly combed with hair oil, in the back of his head into a simple bun, forehead does not fall a inch break. She laughed uncomfortably, but when she laughed, her eyes bent into a thin crescent, her mouth blanket to the root of the ear, exposing the rare, clean, tidy