又到冬天了,但是现在外婆家的大院里,已经没有花儿可以落了。外公坐在中堂的躺椅上,微眯着眼睛看报纸。风吹过,古旧的窗户发出咿呀咿呀的轻笑。空气是那么安静啊,阳光照射的角度还跟我小时候看到的一样,不偏不倚地投在躺椅边的小桌子上,好像一切都静止着,不曾改变过。牙牙学语的时候,我最熟悉的就是外婆家 It was winter again, but now the grandmother’s yard has no flowers to fall. Grandfather sitting in the middle of the sun loungers, micro-squint reading newspapers. The wind blew through the old windows and gave a chuckle. The air was so quiet, the sun shone on just as I was young, cast impartially on a small table by the deck chair, as if everything was still and never changed. When babbling, I am most familiar is the grandmother