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泪水模糊了我的眼,透过晶莹的泪水,我望见祖母微闭的双眼,那蜡黄的面庞——她已经不行了。可是祖母那一双枯瘦的手却一直紧握着我的手,我能感到那手在微弱地
The tears blurred my eyes. Through the tears of the crystals, I could see the grandmother’s closed eyes, the sallow face - she was already gone. But my grandmother’s skinny hands have been holding my hand tightly. I can feel that the hand is faintly