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坐在书桌前,小心地推开厚重的米色窗帘,一缕阳光从窗户中悄悄地溜了进来,映在我的脸上,温暖而不太刺眼。“卖枇杷!好吃的枇杷……”小贩的吆喝声从窗外传来,渐渐勾起了埋藏在我心底的记忆……初夏,我独自一人坐上公交车,去看望奶奶。许久未见奶奶了,不知她是否安好,而院子里的那棵枇杷树又是否依旧葱茏……汽车到站,我踏上那条陌生而又熟悉的小路。终于到了,我伫立在路边,看见奶奶正坐在门槛上淘米,还时不时地向远方眺望。她看见了我,脸上立刻露出了微笑,连忙起身,在衣角边胡乱地擦了擦水淋淋的双手,迫不及待地大喊:“乖孙女,快来快来!”我跑过
Sit at the desk, carefully pushing heavy beige curtains, a ray of sunshine from the windows quietly slipped in, reflected in my face, warm and not too dazzling. “Selling loquat! Delicious loquat ... ” Hawker’s shouted came from the window, gradually evoke the memory buried in my heart ... ... early summer, I alone get on the bus to see my grandmother. Long time no see grandmother, I do not know if she is safe, and the yard of the loquat tree is still verdant ... ... car arrival, I set foot on that strange and familiar path. Finally, I stood by the side of the road, saw my grandmother is sitting on the threshold of rice, but also from time to time to the distant view. She saw me, his face immediately exposed a smile, quickly got up, giggling in the corner of the groom’s hands wiped messy, can not wait to shout: “Good night granddaughter, Come here! ” I ran