一张张陈旧的照片,集成令人怀念的金色岁月。偶尔发现一张边角已泛黄了的老照片,看到外婆和蔼的脸上洋溢着少女般甜蜜的笑容,便有一股暖潮前的温润,在心中弥漫开来。为什么外婆笑得如此甜蜜9还不是因为我这个外孙女么?照片中我正给外婆扎头发,瞧,外婆笑开了花儿,三道深深的鱼尾纹都顽皮地露了出来。当日寸的一切仍历历在目……那年暑假,我九岁,外婆七十岁。她迈着已不矫健的步伐,从河南千里迢迢地赶来给我送“东西”——只为那一小罐南瓜酱。外婆固执的念头可是一点儿也没变,执意来给我送。 An old picture, integrated with the golden years of remembrance. Occasionally, I found an old yellowed corner photo. When I saw the gentle sweet smile on my grandmother’s affable face, there was a gentle warmth before the warmth and filled my heart. Why is my grandmother laughing so sweet 9 is not because of my granddaughter? In the photo I was to grandma bar hair, look, grandmother laughed flowers, three deep crow’s feet were exposed naughty. Everything in that day is still vivid in my memory ... That summer vacation, I was nine years old, my grandmother was seventy years old. She walked unsteadily pace, rushed from Henan to send me to send “things” - only for that small pot of pumpkin sauce. Grandmother stubborn idea but a little did not change, insisted to give me to send.