我的祖母住在一个小乡村,在靠近半山腰的那棵枝丫絮乱的大枫树。突然起了风,夹着红色的树叶盘旋在院里,祖母坐在后门旁,两条干巴巴的腿像两条老化的树皮,风去枫来,让她打了个激灵,我悄悄出现在祖母身后,祖母用苍老而蓬勃的声音道,过来,和祖母一起坐坐。记忆定格,盛开在那遥远的季节。我不知道祖母现在能干什么,或者有什么工 My grandmother lived in a small village, near the big maple tree that branches up in the middle of the hillside. Suddenly the wind, hovering in the red leaves hovering in the yard, grandmother sitting in the back door, two dry legs like two aging bark, the wind to Maple, let her beat a ghost, I quietly appeared Behind my grandmother, my grandmother spoke with her old, thriving voice, and sat down with her grandmother. Memory freeze, in that faraway season. I do not know what my grandmother can do right now, or what kind of work