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奶奶坐在靠窗的床上。夕阳飘进来,洒在她身上,如同一件专门为她定制的金衣一般。自奶奶搬来和我们住后,我总发现她一早一晚地望着窗外,也不知道看些什么。早上一起床,便看见奶奶已洗漱完,正趴在窗前呢,凝望着窗外。我凑过来。哦,不就是单调的树吗?远处也只是朝霞;再有,无非是喧闹的汽车和形形色色的行人。有什么好看的呢?奶奶话少,又不主动打开话匣子。好多次,我搜肠刮肚地找了些话头儿,可话一到嗓子眼,就又咽回去了。
Grandmother sitting on the window bed. The sunset floated in, sprinkled on her, as a custom-made gold clothes for her general. Since my grandmother moved to live with us, I always found her looking out of the window early in the morning and did not know what to look for. Morning bed, we see my grandmother has been finished, is lying in front of the window, staring out the window. I got it. Oh, is not it a monotonous tree? It's just a glow in the distance; nothing more is a noisy car and a wide variety of pedestrians. What good looking? Grandmother then less talkative, do not take the initiative to open the chatterbox. Many times, I hunt down to find some words, but then a throat, they swallowed again.