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依稀记得儿时的你与我一样渺小,弱不禁风。那时,我住在奶奶家,当我迈入奶奶的院子时,我就注意到了你,一身素装的你。那是个暴风雨的夜晚,天公不作美,下着倾盆的大雨,夹杂着狂风席卷而来。我央求奶奶让你到屋里过夜,但奶奶摇了摇头,没有多说话。我伤心极了,看着在雨中你那摇曳的身姿,那凋落的嫩叶,我为你着急。第二天一早,我起床想看你接受了雨的洗礼后的容貌,但我却看到奶奶用刀在你身上划来划去,我的心仿佛刀割般疼痛。我去问奶奶为什么,她还是摇了摇头,只是说了一句:
Vaguely remember childhood you and me as small, fragile. At that time, I lived in my grandmother’s house, when I entered the grandmother’s yard, I noticed you, a plain wear you. It was a stormy night, the gods did not make beautiful, under the torrential rain, mixed with the wind swept over. I begged Grandma to let you into the room overnight, but my grandmother shook his head, did not speak much. I am very sad, looking at your swaying figure in the rain, litter of young leaves, I am anxious for you. Early the next morning, I woke up to see that you had accepted the rain after the baptism of the face, but I saw my grandmother with a knife in your body to draw, my heart like a knife-like pain. I asked my grandmother why she shook her head, just said: