轻叩那扇斑驳古老的木门,心绪涌动。“诶,来咧!”一张满含笑意的脸映入我的眼帘,熟悉的笑容仍是温柔脉脉,只是那岁月,吹白了她的鬓,让痕迹遗留在了她的脸庞。“乖孙女,奶奶给你做最好吃的桂花糕!”她激动地说,从墙角搬来一把小木椅,准备为我摘桂花。正值八月,桂花飘香,让人不禁想念起孩童时奶奶做的桂花糕,甜到心坎里。只见她手里捧着木碗,费力地踮起脚尖去摘花儿。密密的汗珠布满她的额头。我的心一酸,“奶奶,让我来。”我仔细地摘选着饱满的桂花,一片片地放在木碗里,学着记 Tap the morbid ancient wooden door, mood surging. “Hey, come blanket!” A smiley face reflected in my eyes, a familiar smile is still gentle, but that time, blowing her boil, so that traces left in her Face. “Good granddaughter, grandmother to make you the best sweet-scented osmanthus cake!” “She said excitedly, moved from the corner of a small wooden chair, ready for my sweet-scented osmanthus. In August, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, people can not help but miss the sweet-scented osmanthus cake Grandma made when the child, sweet heart. I saw her hand holding a wooden bowl, effortlessly tiptoe to pick flowers. Dense sweat covered her forehead. My heart is sour, ”Grandma, let me come. " I carefully selected full of sweet-scented osmanthus, piece by piece in a wooden bowl, learn to remember