童年的我,非常孤寂,爸爸妈妈要上班,爷爷山上山下地忙,用他的话说:“这个家离了我,不要说菜,连米也要买来吃!”奶奶屋里屋外地操持家务,只有我的哭声才能让她记得家里还有个我。有一天,我在院子角落看到一棵小草,它很小,嫩嫩的,和我一样柔 Childhood, I am very lonely, Mom and Dad to work, Grandpa Hill busy, in his words: “This family left me, do not say vegetables, even rice also buy to eat! ” Grandma room housekeeping housework , Only my cry can make her remember there is still me at home. One day, I saw a grass in the corner of the yard, it is small, tender, as soft as me