我的外婆有六十七岁了,虽然走路时腿脚不太灵便,但妈妈生病后她从老家湖北赶来广州照顾妈妈和我。广州是个大城市,每天热闹非凡,一清早各种声音就交汇在一起,唱起交响曲来:汽车发动机的轰轰声、行人叽叽喳喳的交谈声、小摊小贩的叫卖声……不绝于耳。每天外婆起床后,就来到妈妈床前轻声呼唤着:“儿啊,想吃点什么?”其实,妈妈的病已经很重了,根本吃不下任何东西,甚至水都很难下咽,我望着妈妈日渐消瘦的脸庞,心里像刀割一样难受,不知道自己能做什么,心里也在呼唤着:妈妈,您快点好起来吧! My grandmother is sixty-seven years old. Though she was not so hand-legged while walking, she came to Guangzhou to take care of her mother and me from her hometown of Hubei after she became ill. Guangzhou is a big city, crowded every day, early in the morning all kinds of voices converge, sang symphonies: the roar of car engines, pedestrian twitter conversations, stall vendors hawking ... ... endless. Every day after my grandmother got up, she came to her mother’s bed and called out softly: “Well, what do you want to eat?” "In fact, my mother’s illness is heavy and I can not eat anything or even water. , I looked at my mother’s increasingly thin face, my heart like a knife, uncomfortable, do not know what they can do, my heart is also calling: Mom, you get better now!