初到外婆家,是几年前的秋天,泥土散发着庄稼成熟的香味儿,在空气中弥漫开来。外婆坐在枇杷树下,神态安祥地穿针引线,这便是我对外婆家的第一印象。在外婆家度过的日子像花生米一样脆生生地甜,裹着清新的自由的味道。外婆家的厨房很大,有一扇窗,灯泡被油烟熏得黑乎乎的,发出暗淡 When I first arrived at my grandmother’s house, it was a few years ago in the fall. The soil exuded the mature fragrance of the crops, and it permeated the air. The grandmother sat under the banyan tree, and put on needles peacefully. This is my first impression of my grandmother. The days spent in the grandmother’s house were as crisp and raw as peanuts, wrapped in a fresh, free taste. The grandmother’s kitchen is large and has a window. The light bulbs are blackened by the oil fumes.