A夕阳西下夕阳,西下。朵朵晚霞装点着灰暗的天边。夕阳的余晖,给天空镶上了一圈金边,煞是好看。爷爷抱着我,走在门前的林阴小道,我趴在爷爷的肩头,看爷爷身后一串又大又重的脚印。我眨巴着眼睛想:为什么爷爷脚下会有奇怪的“花”呢?爷爷突然停下,指着天边问我:“蓉蓉,好玩吗?”“好玩。”——我的第一句话。那年,我两岁。 A setting sun sunset, west. Blossoming sunset decorated with gray horizon. The setting sun sets a golden rim to the sky. Grandpa hugs me and walks in front of the Linyin Trail. I kneel on my grandfather’s shoulder to see a series of big and heavy footprints behind Grandpa. I blinked and wondered: Why did Grandpa have a strange “flower” under his feet? Grandpa suddenly stopped and pointed to the sky and asked me: “Rong Rong, is it fun?” “Fun.” - My first sentence. That year, I was two years old.