在一个暮秋的傍晚,我在院子里读书,被一阵瑟瑟的冷风驱进屋里,正遇着妈妈端着一盆热水走向奶奶,奶奶坐在一个棕红色的木凳子上,那还是奶奶的嫁妆呢,刻着精美的荷花图案,被岁月雕饰得油光发亮。妈妈将水放在奶奶的脚前,先伸手脱掉奶奶脚上的袜子,用手在盆子里划拉了一下,然后双手轻轻地把奶奶那双萎缩的脚放 On a late autumn evening, I read in the yard and was driven into the house with a cold wind of rustling. I was facing my mother carrying a pot of hot water to her grandmother. The grandmother was sitting on a brown-red wooden stool. It was still the grandmother’s Dowry it, engraved with a beautiful lotus pattern, was shiny and shiny by years of carving. My mother put water on Grandma’s feet. She stretched her hand to take off the socks on her feet and drew a hand in her basin. Then she gently put her grandmother’s shrunken feet.