打从小,我总觉得母亲不怎么喜欢我,宠爱更不沾边。上有哥哥,下有弟弟妹妹,夹在中间的我似乎被母亲遗忘了,所以,自记事开始,我最大的依赖是奶奶。放学回来,我必定先去奶奶住的老屋。奶奶看着又黑又瘦的我走近,眼睛眯成一条线,笑着说:“我的憨包孙子回来了。”伸手把我搂在怀里,塞一两个核桃,为我擦鼻涕,拍打一身的灰尘,然后,让我用毛笔为她抄佛经。 From an early age, I always felt that my mother did not like me so much and I did not feel sorry for her. There are older brothers and younger siblings. I seem to be forgotten by my mother in the middle of the book. Therefore, my biggest reliance on my memoirs is grandmother. After school, I must go to my grandmother’s old house. Grandma looked dark and thin, I approached, eyes narrowed in a line, smiled and said: “my foolish grandson back. ” Hand in my arms, stuffed one or two walnuts for me Wipe your nose, pat a piece of dust, then, let me use a brush for her Buddhist scriptures.