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小的时候,和奶奶一起出门,她总是牵着我。一双粗糙的大手紧紧地握着我稚嫩的小手,能清晰地感受到她手中的温度,还有硬硬的老茧。很多次我都不安分地想要挣开她的手,她手上的力量却丝毫不放松,眉头紧蹙着对我说:“街上人多,一定要乖乖地走在我右边,不许乱跑,要不然就得挨打,听见了没有?”似懂非懂地望着奶奶严肃的脸,一听着还会挨打,我
When I was young, go out with grandmother, she always hold me. A pair of rough big hands clinging to my innocent small hands, which can clearly sense the temperature in her hands as well as the hardened calluses. On many occasions I have decided to break my hand unemotarily, and the power of her hands did not relax. I frowned and said to me: “Many people in the street must walk obediently to my right, Run around, or else I have to be beaten, I heard no? ”" Ignorance looked at grandma’s serious face, listening will be beaten, I