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日记本在风的翻动下,开开合合,一朵枯黄的桂花在视平线里时有时无,好似爷爷那双布满皱纹、筋脉突兀的大手。爷爷是广西人,小时候爸妈没时间管我,便长途跋涉将我带到了爷爷家。奶奶早年病逝,照顾我的只有爷爷。爷爷见我来了,瞪大眼睛,将我看了又看,似乎不看的话,短短的一瞬间我就可以消失得无影无踪。在广西,长年可以闻到桂花的香味,有些甜,又有些湿润,很想咬一口。在爷爷别致、精巧的院落里同样有一棵桂花树,下面有一把藤椅,
The diary in the wind of the flip, open co-opener, a yellow sweet-scented osmanthus in the horizon when the horizon sometimes, as if the grandfather that covered with wrinkles, tendons unexpected big hand. Grandpa is Guangxi, a child my parents did not have time to control me, then I took a long journey to my grandfather's house. Granny early died, take care of my grandfather only. Grandpa saw me here, wide-eyed, looked at me and looked, did not seem to see it, a short moment I can disappear without a trace. In Guangxi, you can smell the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus for a long time, some sweet, some moist, and want to bite. In my grandfather chic, delicate courtyard also has a sweet-scented osmanthus tree, below a wicker chair,