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弯月静静地高挂在天,投下一抹淡淡的月痕,我轻轻地奔跑在这条洒满月辉的小路上,追逐着岁月留下的痕迹。外婆门前有一条小路,经过多年岁月的洗礼,这条小路安详得如同一位垂暮的老人,而我的童年便徜徉在外婆与这条小路之间。外婆如同其他老人一样,孤独而又沉寂,岁月早已将她剥削得一干二净,留给她的,只是一个佝偻的背影。我偎依在外婆身旁,数着天上的繁星问:“爸爸妈妈什么时候来接我啊?”这时,外婆总是叹一口气,说道:“别急,等月亮变圆时,爸爸妈妈就会来接你了。”于是,我天天盼圆月。那时的我能数清天上的星星,却无法读懂一个老人的心。
Meniscus quietly hanging in the sky, cast a touch of light marks, I gently ran in the path of this month full of moonlight, chasing the traces left by the years. Grandpa in front of a trail, after years of baptism, this path is as calm as a dusk of the elderly, and my childhood I am in the grandmother and this path between. Like other elders, grandmother, lonely and quiet, years have long been exploited her clean, left to her, just a shy back. I nestled next to the grandmother, counting the stars in the sky Q: “Mom and Dad to pick me up when ah?” “At this time, grandmother always sigh, said:” Do not worry, Mom and Dad will pick you up. “” So, I look forward to the full moon. At that time I could count the stars in the sky, but I could not understand the heart of an old man.