每一个人都有外婆,我也有一个慈祥的外婆。虽然她已离开我们多年,可我心里永远有着她亲切的模样。想她的夜晚,常常独自回味,回味那外婆的味道。外婆的味道,可以是她门前那棵老柿子树,那坛泡菜,那眼泉水;可以是一间记忆中的老屋,一盏玻璃瓶做的煤油灯,一阵细细的唠叨;可以是一个故事,一碗米饭,一缕炊烟;也可以是一句方言,一声鸡叫, Everyone has grandmother, I also have a kind of grandmother. Although she has left us for many years, but my heart will always have her kind look. Think of her night, often alone aftertaste, memorable grandma’s taste. The grandmother’s taste, can be in front of her old persimmon tree in front of that altar kimchi, that eye springs; can be a memory of the old house, a glass jar made of kerosene lamp, while nagging; can Is a story, a bowl of rice, a ray of smoke; can also be a dialect, a roar,