多年前的一天,奶奶对我说:“山山,我带你去看看外祖。”“外祖?”“是的,就是我妈妈。”“你的妈妈?你也有妈妈?”我大为惊奇。接下来,我就骑着一根竹马,吊儿郎当、蹦蹦跳跳地跟在奶奶身后向外祖家走去。记忆中,那是个深秋,田野里一片金黄,泥土泛着一股稔熟的香甜。一路上都是不冷不热的风,不高不矮的山,不深不浅的小河,最后,我看见了一个不大不小的村庄。“到了!”奶奶的声音恭敬而严肃,让我骑着竹马的脚步顿时有些踉跄。于是我只好下马,把那根竹竿 Years ago, my grandmother said to me: “Mountain, I’ll take you to see the ancestors.” “Ancestor?” “Yes, it is my mother.” “Your mother? You also have a mother? ”I was greatly surprised. Next, I rode a horse, dedication, bounce with the grandmother behind to the ancestral home. In memory, it was a late autumn, a golden field, the soil glowing a familiar sweet. Along the way are lukewarm wind, not high and low mountain, not shallow river, finally, I saw a small village. “To! ” Grandma’s voice respectful and serious, let me ride the footsteps of bamboo suddenly some stumble. So I had to dismount, put that bamboo pole