我的外祖母端坐在大地的中央。她静默、慈祥、肃穆.五月金黄的麦地仁厚而宽广。我的外祖母,是被岁月伤害的人,农历的节气里,躯体的病痛无法像庄稼一样割掉。我的怀念从麦地开始.她在麦苗忍冬的时候走到地里,没有见到最后一茬成熟的麦子,那最熟悉的口粮。 My grandmother sat in the middle of the earth. She was silent, kind, and solemn. May golden golden thick and generous. My grandmother, who was hurt by the years, did not get sick like a crop in the lunar solar terms. My memory began at Medina, where she walked to the ground during the winter when she was in winter and did not see the last ripe wheat, the most familiar rations.