初冬的早晨,太阳晒走了昨夜的露珠和水汽,留下温顺和睦的光线,明晃晃地照耀在院中。一早,我陪着祖母推开了剥落了大红油漆的院门,看望寡居的三婆。屋前的石榴树悬挂着开裂的石榴,却没有顽皮的孩子来吵嚷着要打落它,沉沉的石榴压得树枝垂下来,长长的枝条贴近地面;里屋的祖母和三婆在低声说话,听不清讲些什么,只是传来两个老人朗朗的笑声。她们总有说不完的话题,聊得轻松又愉快,是难得的清闲和惬意。三婆是祖父三 In the early winter morning, the sun drifted away from the dew and moisture of last night, leaving a gentle and harmonious light shining brightly in the courtyard. Early in the morning, with my grandmother, I pushed open the courtyard where the red paint had been peeled off and visited the widow’s three sons. The pomegranate tree in front of the house hung with cracked pomegranates, but there was no naughty child to clamor to knock it down. The heavy pomegranates pressed down the branches and the long branches were close to the ground. The grandmother and the sisters in the house spoke in a low voice Can not understand what to say, just heard two elderly Lang Lang laughter. They always have endless talk, talk relaxed and happy, is a rare leisure and pleasant. Sam Po is the grandfather three