“晚风轻拂澎湖湾,白浪逐沙滩,没有椰林缀斜阳,只是一片海蓝蓝,坐在门前的矮墙上,一遍遍怀想,也是黄昏的沙滩上,有着脚印两对半……”再次哼起这熟悉的歌谣,一幕幕往事似乎在倒流。我喜欢外婆帮我梳的那一头小辫子,喜欢外婆常用的桂花油,喜欢外婆那色香味俱全的瘦肉粥,喜欢外婆的……“外婆,小辫子扎好以后,我想看一下你那套茶具。”外婆和蔼地回 “Breeze blowing Penghu Bay, the white waves by the beach, there is no coconut embossed sun, just a sea blue, sitting in front of the low wall, over and over again, is also a dusk on the beach, with footprints two and a half ... ... ”Again hum this familiar ballad, scenes and events seem to be going backwards. I like my grandmother to help me comb that pigtail, like grandmother commonly used sweet-scented osmanthus oil, like the grandma that flavor aroma lean porridge, like grandmother’s ... ... “Grandma, pigtail tie well, I want to see you That set of tea. ”Grandmother back kindly