在我零碎的儿时记忆中,依稀记得一件令我难忘的事(改为“有一件事令我特别难忘”较好)。还小的时候,每天上幼儿园,总是由奶奶拉着我的手,穿过一条条车来车往的马路。每次过马路时,我总是被奶奶紧紧拉着手,身子作半悬空状,被奶奶快速拎过马路。当时,总觉得奶奶的手半温半凉(改为:总觉得奶奶半温半凉的手),一触到我热乎乎的小手,(我的手)就变得更烫起来,(而且)总是有一股暖流从我的心头流过。长大了,问过奶奶,才知道那是希望我在马路上不要活蹦乱跳,要“专心致志” In my fragmentary memories of childhood, I vaguely remember a thing that made me unforgettable (changed to “one thing makes me particularly memorable” is better). When I was young, every day in kindergarten, always my grandmother took my hand through a car to the road to the car. Every time I cross the street, I am always pulled tightly by her grandmother, her body half suspended, was quickly carried across the road by her grandmother. At that time, I always felt that my grandmother’s hand was half-warm and half-cold (read: always feel grandma half warm and cold hand), a touched my hot hand, (my hand) becomes more hot up (and) There is always a stream of warmth flowing through my heart. Grow up, asked my grandmother, I realized that it was hoped that I would not jump in the street, to “concentrate on”