手里拿着外婆的信,颤颤地。“孩子啊,外婆可想你了。看到别的孩子吃东西,我就想买。哎,外婆老了,走不动了……”看到这里,我忍不住鼻子发酸。外婆那佝偻的背,那布满青筋的手浮现在我的面前。“外婆,给我讲故事!”那个小小的我使劲摇着外婆的手。于是,外婆用围裙擦擦油渍的手,解下围裙挂在门上,坐下给我讲她们那个饥荒年代的故事。外婆虽没读很多书,但在我心中她是最神圣的。外婆给我讲故事时很认真,我爱听外婆给我讲故 Grandmother holding a letter in his hand, quivering. “Grandmother can miss you, see other children eat, I would like to buy .Hey, grandmother is old, can not walk ... ” Here, I can not help but nose sore. Grandmother that stupid back, that full of blue tendon hand appeared in front of me. “Grandma, tell me a story!” That little I rocked Grandma’s hands hard. As a result, her grandmother wiped the greasy hands with an apron, untied the apron hung on the door, and sat down to tell me the story of that famine. Although grandma did not read many books, but in my heart she is the most sacred. Grandma told me when the story is very serious, I love grandmother to tell me