我永远也忘不了那一个微笑。时值金秋,每天早晨我经过大马路时,都看到爷爷奶奶们在那里晒稻子。为了防止稻子被鸟儿吃掉,一个老奶奶扎着稻草人警示鸟儿。老奶奶的手真巧,掂起稻草左一捻,右一绕,不出几分钟,一小把稻草就变成了一个栩栩如生的小草人。老奶奶很认真地在做这件事, I will never forget that one smile. When the golden autumn, every morning when I pass by the Great Wall, I saw grandparents where the sun drying rice. In order to prevent the birds from being eaten by the birds, a grandma escorted the scarecrow to warn the birds. Granny’s hand is really clever, throw up the left twist a straw, the right one around, not a few minutes, a small straw into a lifelike grassman. Granny is doing it seriously,