清明节放假,我们一家人回到乡下去看外婆。外婆家新修了楼房,黄墙,红瓦,别致的家具,到处焕然一新。可是,在外婆的床边,却静静地立着一台缝纫机。褐色的机头,脚踏板上锈迹斑斑,油漆斑驳,老得掉渣,摆在房间里很难看。我对妈妈说: Ching Ming Festival holidays, our family back to the countryside to see grandmother. Grandmother newly built buildings, yellow walls, red tiles, chic furniture, a new look everywhere. However, at the grandmother’s bed, but quietly stood a sewing machine. Brown head, rusty pedals, paint mottled, too old dregs, in the room is ugly. I said to my mother: