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现在,很静,静的时候往往感情很多。前几天和同学闲聊,无意间话题转移到了各自奶奶身上。我顿时语塞了。我奶奶去世了。同伴听后,对我撇撇嘴表示抱歉,而后,她们就奶奶长奶奶短地谈论开了。不记得当时的谈话内容,只深深地感受到了一种莫大的悲哀,只想再喊一声“奶奶”。童年,成长的岁月中便有了奶奶。夏夜,依偎在奶奶怀中,她给我摇着蒲扇驱赶蚊子,讲着天上的神话和那永远没有结尾的故事,我会听得很入
Now, it’s very quiet, and it often has a lot of emotions. A few days ago chatting with the students, the topic was transferred to their own grandmother. I suddenly stopped speaking. My grandmother passed away. After listening to his companions, they said sorry to me, and then they talked shortly about Grandma’s grandmother. I can’t remember the content of the conversation at that time. I only deeply sensed a great sadness and just wanted to say “grandma.” In my childhood, I grew up with my grandmother. On summer night, she snuggled in the arms of her grandmother. She shook me with a papyrus and chased the mosquitoes. She told the myth of the sky and the story that never ended, and I would hear it very well.