外婆的泪水1975年初冬的一个清晨,夜里苍山上落下当年的第一场冬雪。霞光中的十九峰晶莹剔透,银装素裹,初雪后的坝子洁净清纯,阳光暖暖地洒在我们这个拥挤破旧的大杂院里。一大早外婆就喊我起来,把院子里的谷草落叶清扫干净,她则拎上一个小提箩,到古城里的小菜场去买一刀肉、一条鱼、一块豆腐、几个腌鸭蛋。她要 Grandmother’s tears Early winter of 1975, early in the morning, Cangshan on the fall of the first winter snow. The glittering peaks of the nineteen peaks are crystal clear, silver-clad, and fresh and clean. The sun shines warmly in our crowded and shabby dwelling houses. In the early morning my grandmother shouted me to clean up the grasses and leaves of the yard, and she carried a little tuck to a small market in the ancient city to buy a knife, a fish, a piece of tofu and a few salted duck eggs. she wants