“姥姥……姥姥!”我跑过去靠在姥姥肩上。
"Grandma Grandma! " I ran over and leaned on Grandma's shoulder.
“搬家后离姥姥家远了,你爸妈晚上不在家时,记着关好门窗。学习紧的话,就别老到这边来……”姥姥笑了,尽管笑容让我酸楚,尽管笑容多少显得无奈,但笑容中的目光是我熟悉的慈祥。
"It's far away from Grandma's house after moving. When your parents are not at home at night, remember to close the doors and windows. If you study hard, don't come here... " Grandma smiled, although the smile made me sad, although the smile seemed helpless, but the eyes in the smile were my familiar kindness.
接下来,爸爸妈妈都过来与姥姥道别。我们坐在爸爸的车上冲姥姥挥手。车外,大雨滂沱,风撩动了姥姥的头发。“朝如青丝暮成雪……”,姥姥真的老了。
Next, mom and dad came to say goodbye to grandma. We sat in dad's car and waved to grandma. Outside the car, it rained heavily, and the wind stirred grandma's hair. "The morning is like the green silk and the evening is like snow..." , grandma is really old.
以后的几年,每每看到雨,我总要伤感。我会回想起那个上午以及那段心酸的回忆。而从那天起,才是我乃至于我的母亲真正独立的时刻,究其根由,竟然只是搬家,只是离开姥姥。我们不能够再在黄昏时散步到姥姥家,尝姥姥包的饺子;不能够再在夜晚突然地敲门,三个人一起看月亮数星星。我们能做的只是坐着,在恶劣的天气里或某段资讯报道后,听电话、接受姥姥关切的询问。
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