小时候,老家对门住着一位姓王的阿婆,年岁很大了,走路时两只手臂总是一摇一摇的,像在跳舞。阿婆有个习惯,遇到天气晴好的日子,总喜欢拿着一个木制的小板凳,倚在自家的红漆门边晒太阳,眼睛却盯着遥远的某一处发呆。我知道,阿婆又在想念她远在外地工作的一双儿女了,便悄悄靠近她,低声问:阿婆,今天真的会 When I was a child, the hometown of my grandmother surnamed Wang, a very old age, walking two arms always shake, like dancing. Grandma has a habit of encountering the days of sunny weather, always like to hold a wooden bench, leaning against the red paint their doors in the sun, eyes staring at somewhere distant daze. I know, my grandmother is missing a pair of children she was working in the field, then quietly close to her, whispered: Grandma, today really will