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我又被门槛绊了一下,差点摔倒在黑漆漆的地板上。灯光一如既往地昏黄暗淡,我闻到了一种生疏的味道。我从小就很少回农村的老家。那是深山里的一个村子,通往那里的路蜿蜒而崎岖。下了车,黄色的泥土沾上鞋子,总是令我烦躁;屋前有一片小竹林,绿得有些别扭。我怕屋子的门槛,一不小心它就将我绊倒。奶奶身体不好,总是病恹恹的。她喜欢唠叨,说话很慢,边说边叹气,让我深深地担心。我和奶奶没有那么深的感情,
I was tripped again by the threshold, almost fell to the dark floor. As always dim light dim, I smell a strange taste. I grew up in rural areas rarely return home. It was a village in the deep mountains, and the paths leading there were meandering and rugged. Got off the car, yellow dirt stained with shoes, always makes me irritable; in front of a small bamboo forest, green somewhat awkward. I am afraid of the threshold of the house, accidentally it will trip over me. Grandmother is in poor health and always ill. She likes nagging, speaking slowly, sighing, let me deeply worried. My grandmother and not so deep feelings,