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站着,我只是静静地站着。天,阴沉沉的,一片阴霾。惨淡的阳光在地上勾勒出物体朦胧的影像。风不安分地撩起我额前的碎发,钻进袖口——好凉。干枯的树枝上,几片凋敝的黄叶在风中摇曳,又徐徐地飘下,落在了我的心里,随即激起了一片涟漪。目光仍在游离,而身后却满是往事……自从爷爷去世后,奶奶就搬进了我家,住在一间偶尔堆些杂物的小屋里。为了减少对爷爷的思念及无事可做的郁闷,奶奶参加了小区的秧歌队,并赶上了小区的秧歌赛。奶奶整天乐呵呵的,干瘪的双眼里闪耀着快乐的光芒。比赛的前几天,奶奶对正在看电视的母亲说:“媳妇,秧歌比赛要交报名费,还要买一套秧歌服,我这儿钱不够,能不能
Standing, I just stood quietly. Days, gloomy, hazy. The bleak sunshine outlines the object’s image on the ground. The wind picked up the hair before my forehead, and drew into the cuffs - it was cool. On the dry branches, a few yellow leaves swaying in the wind swayed slowly and slowly drifted down into my heart. The eyes are still detached, but behind him is full of past events... Since my grandpa’s death, my grandmother has moved into my house and lives in a hut that occasionally piles up debris. In order to reduce the worries about grandpa and nothing to do, Grandma took part in the district’s yangko team and caught up with the district’s Yangge race. My grandmother was cheerful all day long and her eyes glowed with joy. A few days before the game, Grandma said to the mother who was watching TV: “My daughter-in-law, I have to pay a registration fee in the Yangge contest, and I’m going to buy an outfit for Yangge. I’m not getting enough money here, can I?