我家的急性子,做起事来风风火火。说话、做事,甚至连走路也是急匆匆的。她,就是我的奶奶。而爷爷呢?恰恰相反,就是刀架在脖子上,他也是慢慢吞吞的。奶奶看在眼里,急在心头,总把家务活、农活安排得井井有条。一次,奶奶发现农田里的榨菜秧黄了。那一棵棵榨菜秧苗好像中了邪似的,耷拉着脑袋,一棵一棵地死了。奶奶急得团团转,一天往田里跑好几趟,嘴里不停地说:“糟啦!糟啦!明年的收入泡汤了。”而爷爷呢?不露声 Acute child of my family, do things in high temps. Speaking, doing things, and even walking are hurried. She is my grandmother. The grandfather? On the contrary, the knife is on the neck, he is also slowly swallowed. Granny look in the eyes, anxious in my heart, always doing chores, farm work arranged in good order. Once, my grandmother found the yellow mustard seedlings in the farmland. That mustard seedlings in the middle of a tree seems to be evil, pulling his head, a dead tree. Grandma anxious to turn round, ran to the fields a few times a day, his mouth kept saying: “bad! Bad! Next year’s revenue bubble.” "Grandpa?