我的童年,有一小半是在奶奶家度过的。那时的奶奶,还不算很老。不算很老的奶奶,偶尔也有驼背的时候:挑着担子,提着很重的东西,干其他农活,背上赖着不肯自己走路的我……除此之处,奶奶的背,总是挺得直直的。奶奶对土地有着一种近乎痴迷的热爱,成天不是扛着锄头就是挑着水桶去田间地头侍弄。我不肯离开奶奶半步,奶奶只好一手扶着锄头或扁担,一手拉着蹦蹦跳跳的我。奶奶的手掌长满了厚厚的老茧子,有时扎疼了我的手,我也不管不顾,嘴里哼着欢 One half of my childhood was spent in my grandmother's house. Grandma at that time, not too old. Not very old grandmother, and occasionally humpbacked time: lug the burden, carrying a heavy thing, doing other farm work, back I rely on not willing to walk ...... In addition, my grandmother's back, total It is quite straightforward. My grandmother has an almost obsessive love of the land, carrying a hoe or carrying a bucket all the way to the fields. I will not leave my grandma half a step, my grandmother had no choice but to hold a hoe or pole, hand bounced me. Grandma's palm covered with thick calluses, and sometimes pain in my hand, I no matter regardless of his mouth humming