楼下的蔷薇花开了,一簇簇聚在一起格外好看。卖糕点的那位老奶奶仍和往常一样,早早推着装满糕点的小车前来叫卖。老奶奶的脸上满是皱纹,目光中饱含岁月的沧桑。听说她老伴已经去世,女儿也嫁到了外地,现在独自一人居住。她的女儿曾多次劝她休息,也每月寄钱来,可她就是不肯歇。她将卖糕点赚到的钱都寄到了山区,资助那里的贫困生上学。受这位老人的影响,我也常 Downstairs rose flowers, clustered together particularly good-looking. The old granny who sells pastry still, as usual, pushed the car full of pastry to sell. Granny’s face is full of wrinkles, the eyes full of years of vicissitudes. I heard her husband has died, her daughter was married to the field, and now live alone. Her daughter repeatedly advised her to take a break and sent her money every month, but she refused to rest. She will send the cakes to earn the money sent to the mountains, where the poor students to finance school. By the influence of this old man, I often too