亲爱的姥姥:您在天堂还好吗?水绕孤村魂断处,山楂红几度。披一身清风,走向原野,看稻谷金黄,听熟透的果实砰然落地,闻浩瀚的葵林掀起浪浪香风。幼时的我喜欢在山间恣意奔跑,如灵狐一般在其中穿梭。而您总是拖着不太利索的病腿,蹒跚地顺着我踩下的脚印缓缓而来。“莲儿,慢点——慢点走,我跟不上了。”您那本就温和的声音夹杂着几分疲累。“姥姥,看,那边有红红的果子,我们过去玩会儿,马上就回家。”说 Dear grandmother: How are you doing in paradise? Phi a breeze, to the wilderness, look golden paddy, listen to ripe fruit slammed to the ground, smell the vast sea Kwai Lin set off a wave of fragrance. When I was young I like to run in the mountains, such as the spirit of the general shuttle in which fox. And you are always dragging the less ill legs, staggering slowly along the footprints I step on. “Lotus children, slowly - go slowly, I can not keep up. ” Your gentle voice mixed with a bit tired. “Grandma, look, there are red fruits over there, and we’ll be back in a little while and go home soon.”