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时间忽地过了,小院儿恍若还当初。我长大了,外婆公却外老了。我能抓住那些的,只有旧照片,它们就像我的一双另眼睛,记录着我逝去院儿的小里的童年。小时候的我在外婆家的小院儿里长大,觉得小院儿就是世界,那儿承载着我最初的快乐与幸福。外婆家的小院儿里有一小块地,外公就种些土豆、洋葱、番茄,淘气的我总会把它们连根挖起来,扔在地上。外公也不恼,他会把我的“战利品”小心翼翼地拾起,重新栽回去。如此几遍后,植物可都吃不消了,成熟时总是“瘦”掉一圈。
Suddenly time passed, small homes reminding us of the original scene. I grew up, my grandmother was outside. I can catch those, only the old photos, they are like my pair of other eyes, a record of my little yard child childhood. When I was young, I grew up in a small yard for my grandmother and felt that the small yard was the world, where I carried my first happiness and happiness. Grandma’s small yard child has a small piece of land, my grandfather on the kinds of potatoes, onions, tomatoes, naughty I always dig them up and threw it on the ground. My grandfather is not annoyed, he’ll pick up my “Trophy” carefully and replant it back. After so many times, the plants can be overwhelmed, always “thin ” out of a circle when ripe.