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一个秋日的下午,偶得空闲,外婆提议去田野走走,摘些晚饭吃的蔬菜。我和母亲都欣然答应。于是,我们拿了锄头,拎着竹篮,随意地掩了门,走上了狭小幽静的石板小路。外婆在前面走着,我和母亲跟在后头,脚步声被光滑的石板路打磨得格外清脆。小路的两旁是低矮的老房子,岁月的痕迹如同老人脸上的皱纹。细长的阳光从房子的间隙里洒落下来。猫儿便巧妙地享用这一米阳光,慵懒地在路旁石阶上打着盹,也许嫌我们打扰了它的清梦,正不满地瞅着我们。
An autumn afternoon, even idle, my grandmother proposed to go to the fields, pick some vegetables for dinner. My mother and I are pleased to agree. So, we took a hoe, carrying bamboo baskets, casually cover the door, embarked on a small secluded stone path. Grandmother walked in front of me and my mother followed, footsteps polished by the smooth stone road is particularly crisp. On both sides of the road is a low old house, traces of old age like wrinkles on the face. Slender sunshine spilled from the gap in the house. Cats cleverly enjoy the sunshine of this meter, lying lazily napping on the stone steps beside the road, may suspect us to disturb its dream, looking at us dissatisfied.