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小时候,奶奶常问:“妞,你最怕什么呀?”我会回答:“最怕黑,最怕一个人。”长大了,我不再怕黑,不害怕一个人,可最怕最怕,奶奶变老。天黑了可以开灯,一个人可以喊上朋友。可唯独对时光的流逝,岁月匆匆是半点也奈何不了。人最最无力的,莫过于你最爱的亲人在慢慢老去,你却只能看着,眼睁睁地看着。那天下午,打电话给奶奶。告诉她星期天不用来学校看我。很显然,奶奶听见我的声音很开心。可我却发现,她回话回得有些迟,有
When I was young, my grandmother often asked: “Girl, what are you afraid of?” “I will reply:” Most afraid of black, most afraid of a person. “” When I grow up, I am no longer afraid of black, not afraid of a person, Most afraid of the most afraid, grandmother grow old. You can turn on the lights when you are dark, and you can shout a friend by yourself. But only for the passage of time, years of hurried is the slightest but also regrettable. Most people are the most powerless, than your loved ones slowly grow old, you can only watch, watch. That afternoon, call Grandma. Tell her Sunday not to see me in school. Obviously, Grandma heard my voice very happy. However, I found that she returned some later, there is