清晨,我揉了揉蒙眬的睡眼,无聊地在家里到处走动,目光扫过屋内的摆设。不一会儿,我走进了以前外婆住过的房间,感觉这里的东西笼罩着一层薄薄的灰尘。忽然,我看见了一个叠成方形的蓝格子手帕,里面包着什么。我快步走过去,好奇地将手帕打开——原来里面包着一把断成两截的梳子!我愣住了,记忆如潮水般涌来。那天,这梳子躺在地上的模样,清晰地浮现于我的脑海,不知不觉,我的眼睛湿润了。三年前,亦是在一个清晨,我不满地嘟着嘴,顶着一头蓬乱的头发,从卧室向洗手 Early in the morning, I rubbed my sleepy sleepy eyes and walked boredom at home, looking through the furnishings in the house. In a few moments, I walked into the room where my grandmother had lived before, feeling the dust covered in a thin layer of dust. Suddenly, I saw a square gridded blue handkerchief, wrapped in something. I walked over and curiously opened my handkerchief - it was wrapped with a broken comb of two pieces! I was stunned, and my memory was full of water. That day, this comb lying on the ground looks clearly in my mind, unconsciously, my eyes moist. Three years ago, also in the early morning, I muttered dissatisfiedly, wiping my head with my disheveled hair and washing my bedroom