窗外传来了翻垃圾桶的声音。我赶紧趴到窗口向外望去,可我没看到那个熟悉的身影,有些沮丧,也有些遗憾。我所期盼看到的身影不是高大挺拔的背影,不是灵活自如的背影,而是佝偻的背影。那是一位慈祥的老奶奶的背影。像拱桥一样弯弯的脊背,甚至是别人辨识她的标志。这位慈祥的奶奶和别的奶奶还有一点不一样——她的一只眼睛失明了。失明的那只眼睛深深地凹了进去。一开始,她丑陋的五官把我吓住 Came out of the window turned the trash sound. I quickly went to the window looking out, but I did not see the familiar figure, some frustration, but also some regret. The figure I expect to see is not tall and tall, not flexible and comfortable. It is a shameful silhouette. That is the back of a kind old lady. Curved back like an arch, even someone else identifies her sign. This kindly grandmother is a little different from other grandmas - one of her eyes is blind. The blind eye sinks deeply into it. At first, her ugly facial features scared me