小时候,与姥姥同住。那时小,并不懂得什么叫牵挂,只知道每次在外面玩够了,直到天外的云霞被夕阳涂红又抹净,才披着一身泥土回家时,总能离老远就看到站在阳台上翘首张望的姥姥那瘦小的身影,于是我就知道姥姥规定的回家时间已过,一会儿到家姥姥少不了又要唠叨一番。可即使这样,每次见到姥姥那焦灼的眼神,除了心颤,小小的心中还充溢着一种满足的温暖。 When I was young, I lived with my grandmother. At that time small, do not know what to worry about, only know enough to play outside each time enough, until the clouds outside the sky was red and wipe the net, only dressed in a mud home, always far away to see Standing on the balcony looking forward to grandma that thin figure, so I know that the grandmother’s provisions of the home time has passed, while grandma grandma and then nagging again. But even so, each time I see that grandmother anxious eyes, in addition to tremor, a small heart filled with a satisfaction of warmth.