我站在窗边,轻托着下巴望向窗外。清风拂过,门前两棵银杏树的绿叶相互摩擦,发出“沙沙”的响声,似魔音般勾起了我深藏在心底的缕缕思念。记忆中(的一天),我突然心血来潮,拿着铲子,抱起一棵银杏树苗向门外跑,路经小院,奶奶正在摇椅上沐浴着阳光,一脸幸福地看着手中的画,画上一位老人牵着一个小孩儿向前走的画面映入我眼帘,我欢喜极了,因为那幅画的作者是我。我放下手中的东西,一蹦一跳地来到奶奶身边,“奶 I stood by the window, lightly holding the chin looking out the window. Breeze blowing in front of two ginkgo trees in the green leaves rubbed each other, issued ”Sisha “ sound, like a magic sound brought back my deeply hidden thoughts in my heart. Memory (one day), I suddenly whim, holding a shovel, pick up a ginkgo saplings run to the door, after a small hospital, grandma is rocking the sun bathing, look happy look at the hands of painting, painting I was overjoyed when the picture of an old man walking forward with a child came to me because the author of that picture was me. I put down the things in my hand, jumping around to my grandmother, ”milk