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我记得初见符奶奶的那个午后,大概是在2008年的盛夏。阳光把柏油马路烤得油色鲜亮,树叶无精打采软软地趴着,知了有一声没一声地叫着。用手一摸头顶,都发烫了。我不免要忿忿起来。大热天的,舒舒服服地待在家里,吹着空调吃着西瓜,不好吗?偏偏要到什么戏曲奶奶家学唱戏。只是,被母亲驳了回来——俗话说:技不压人。在酷暑中,不知走了多久,终于到了。这是一栋古朴的楼房,已渐斑驳的墙皮向人昭示着它的历史。近了些,便是看到抢眼的绿。一楼小院的爬架上,满是爬山虎。这植物
I remember the early afternoon that grandmother, probably in the summer of 2008. Sunshine roasted taro bright colors, leaves listlessly soft and tummy, I heard a cry without a cry. Touched his head with hands, are hot. I can not help but get angry. Hot day, comfortable to stay at home, blowing air conditioning eating watermelon, is not it? Only, was mothers refuted back - As the saying goes: no pressure technology. In the heat, I do not know how long to go, finally arrived. This is a simple building, has gradually mottled wall to show its history. Closer, is to see the eye-catching green. On the first floor of the small hospital climbing frame, full of ivy. This plant