祖母的歌谣,是一首我读不懂的诗。月桂开,秋风起。祖父走了快四年了。祖父生在秋天,走也在秋天,所以祖母对秋天爱得很深,爱得很沉。临近祖父忌日,父母带着我回到了祖母家。小院的门旧了,门上的漆都掉了。推开小院的门,小院还是和往常一样干干净净的,没变。祖父与祖母共同种下的月桂树已经开花了,依旧香浸满院。祖母挎着一只篮子,拎着几个布袋从街上回来,看见我和爸爸妈妈,急匆匆地把我们领进屋子,脸上的笑容绽开了花:“你们怎么回来了?上班怪忙的,还抽空回来陪我。”看见我们回来,祖母高 Grandmother’s song is a poem I can not read. Open bay, autumn wind. Grandfather walked almost four years. Grandfather was born in autumn, walking is also in the fall, so grandmother love autumn deep, deep love. Near grandfather bogey, parents took me back to my grandmother’s house. The small courtyard door is old, the paint on the door is lost. Open the door of the courtyard, the courtyard is still as clean as usual, did not change. The laurel, planted together by grandfather and grandfather, has blossomed, still fragrant. Grandmothers leaving a basket, carrying a few bags back from the street, saw me and my mom and dad, took us into the house in a hurry, the smile on his face bloom: “how do you come back? , But also taking the time to come back with me. ”" See us back, grandmother high