我的奶奶是一位农民,一辈子都生活在黄土地上,穿着红艳的衣服,两耳坠着俗气的坠子,凌乱的头发似乎从未洗过。在我有记忆以来,她似乎从未改变过:躬着腰,卷着裤腿,干瘪的手握着沉重的锄头在黄土地里敲着……“每次回到家里到处都是灰扑扑的。”我一边抱怨一边用抹布在凳子上擦出一块免强能坐的地方。老旧的泥巴房子永远都是灰尘遍布的,烧黑了的水壶冒出的一大片水蒸汽包裹着每一粒尘埃打着旋儿 My grandmother, a farmer, lives on the loess land all his life. He wears red clothes and both ears fall on tacky pendants. The messy hair never seems washed. She seemed to have never changed since I had a memory: bowed, curling up his trouser legs, a shoddy hand hitting a heavy hoe in the yellow land ... “Every time I get home, . ”I grumbled as I wiped a piece of strong sitting position on a stool with a rag. The old mud house is always covered with dust, burned black kettle out of a large piece of steam wrapped in a dust wrapped around each child