奶奶,今天坐在这个宁静的考场上,我想起了你。我突然有一种莫名的冲动,想牵住你的手,陪伴你走过这个寒冷的冬天。八年前的你,依然红光满面,虽已年过半百,精力却丝毫不输给年轻人。你起早摸黑,像蜜蜂一样忙碌着。在村里人的眼里,你是个矮小精干的女人。而我,就从那时 Grandma, sitting in this quiet examination room today, I think of you. I suddenly have an inexplicable impulse, want to hold your hand, accompany you through this cold winter. Eight years ago, you are still glittering. Although over half a year old, your energy is not lost to young people. You get dark early, as busy as a bee. In the eyes of the village people, you are a short, lean woman. And I, from then on