金秋十月,又到了收获的季节。在短短的七天假期里,我回到了故乡——日尔。跟往常一样,那瘦老的身影总会出来迎接我们——外婆,每天繁重的农活早已压弯了她的背,岁月的沧桑让皱纹早已布满她黝黑的脸颊。外婆是个慈祥的老人,一见到我,就乐呵呵地说:“茜儿,回来啦。”我也腼腆地抿嘴一笑。后院的苹果啊又成熟了,每棵树上都挂满了一个个饱满的苹果,刚被雨冲刷后的苹 Autumn in October, has reached the harvest season. In a short seven-day holiday, I returned to my hometown, the Niger. As usual, the thin old figure will come out to greet us - grandmother, daily heavy work has long been bent over her back, the vicissitudes of years so that wrinkles already covered her dark cheeks. Grandmother is a kind old man, one saw me, it cheerfully said: “Qian, come back.” "I also shyly pouting. Backyard apple ah mature, and each tree is covered with a full apple, just after the rain washed the apple