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夜幕轻垂,万簌俱寂,我坐在桌旁,翻开相册,一张照片飘落在地上,我拾起来,这是一张已有些泛黄的照片。照片上的老人慈眉善目,一头短发像罩上了一层白霜,一双大眼睛深深地陷入眼窝里,眼角布满了“鱼尾纹”,无情的岁月在她的额上刻下深深的皱纹,使她更加显得苍老。她就是我的奶奶。我最不能忘记的就是奶奶那双粗糙瘦削、布满蚯蚓似的血管的大手。奶奶静静地躺在病床上,那双长满老茧的手却总想伸出来摸摸什么,这是一双永远不得空闲的手啊!奶奶膝下有5子2女,那双长满老茧的手不知换过多少次孩子的尿布,不知洗过多少次孩
The night was drooping, and everything was still. I sat at the table, opened the photo album, and a picture fell on the ground. I picked it up. It was a yellowish picture. The old man on the photo is kind and good-headed. His short hair is covered with a layer of hoarfrost. Big eyes are deep in the eye socket. His eyes are covered with “crow’s feet”. The ruthless years mark deep deep wrinkles on her forehead. She is even older. She is my grandma. The last thing I can’t forget is Grandma’s big, thin, blood-filled hand. The grandmother was lying quietly on the bed, but the old man’s hand was always trying to reach out and touch something. This is a pair of hands that could never be free! The grandmother had 5 children and 2 women under her knees. I don’t know how many times my child’s diapers have been changed.