月光从窗外洒在桌上,心中不由得涌起一种酸酸的感觉,因为我想起了故乡,想起了我的太姥。太姥,你还记得那一年我们一起回故乡吗?一出发前,你很兴奋,笑得很开心,皱纹拧在一起,嘴角上扬。你虽然80多岁,但仍是那么有活力。“去哪儿?”“都问几遍了,回老家喽!”我故意很大声地说,只见你笑得更开心了,如花般灿烂。我的太姥要和我回故乡了。你用那布满岁月痕迹的双手握住我,那时,我仿佛看到年幼的太姥在故乡那片沃土上尽情奔跑的样子,习习微风拂过, Moonlight sprinkled on the table from the window, my heart could not help but surge in a sour feeling, because I remembered the hometown, remembered my too basil. Do you remember that year we go home together? Before departure, you are very excited, smiling very happy, wrinkles twisted together, mouth up. Although you are more than 80 years old, but still so energetic. “Where to go? ” “Have asked several times, back to my home myself! ” I deliberately loudly said, I saw you laugh happier, as bright as flowers. My grandmother and I go back to my hometown. You use my hands full of years and traces of my hand, then, I seem to see the young Tai Lao hometown that piece of fertile soil to run like that habit of breeze blowing,