奶奶做的团子,个大,味美,皮儿厚,馅儿也丰富。小时候,只要我远远的看着,即使是没有做熟的,也会让我忍不住流下三尺长的口水,因为嘴馋,团子也就成了我少不了的宝贝,而奶奶便成了我最亲的人。我的家离奶奶的家算是远的,每次去奶奶家,得转好几趟车才能到。一路上的颠簸,使得我的胃里像是在翻江倒海,让人难受。可心中总是挂念着奶奶慈祥的面容和香喷喷的、圆鼓鼓的大团子。忆起小时候每每下了车,第一个见到的总是老态龙钟的奶奶:或是一脸焦急地踱着步子,或是呆坐在木椅上不时地望着对面的车站台。一见了我,便眼睛都有神了,总会欣喜地跑过来,一把把我轻轻抱 Grandma made the dumpling, a big, delicious, thick leather children, stuffing is also rich. As a kid, as long as I looked far, even if not cooked, it will make me unable to shed three feet long saliva, greedy, the dumplings will become my baby, and grandmother has become My closest pro. My family is far away from my grandmother’s house, every time my grandmother home, turn a few trips to get to the car. Bumps along the way, making my stomach like in the sea, uncomfortable. But my heart always miss the grandmother’s kind face and fragrant, bulging big group. Whenever I recalled my childhood, I often got out of my car. The first one I saw was grandmother who was always in the middle of his life: he was anxiously walking or walking in a wooden chair looking at the station platform from time to time. When I saw me, my eyes were full of deities, and always ran over with delight, holding me gently