那时候,我很幼小,正是天真烂漫的孩子,父亲在一次运动中死了,母亲撇下我,出门走了别家。孤零零的我被祖母接到了乡下的老家。祖母已经年迈,眼花得不能挑针,终日忙着为人洗衣,小棒槌就在捶布石上咣当咣当地捶打。我先是守在一旁,那声响太是单调,再不能忍,就一个人到门前的池塘寻乐去了。池塘里有生命,也有颜色,那红莲,那白鹅,那绿荷……它们生活它们的,各有各的乐趣;我却不能下水去,只是看那露水,在荷叶上滚成碎珠,又 At that time, I was very young, it was innocent children, my father died in a campaign, my mother left me, go out and go home. I was solitary grandmother received the countryside home. Grandmother has been old, unable to pick the needle, all day long for people laundry, a small stick hammer on the stone hammer 咣 咣 咣 local beat. I was on the sidelines first, then the sound was too monotonous, I could not bear to go alone to the pond in front of the music. There are life in the pond, there are colors, that lotus, that white goose, that green Dutch ...... They live their own, each have their own fun; I can not go to the water, just look at the dew, Beads, again