记忆里姥姥住在小瓦房里。红色的砖头,小小的房檐,低低的门槛。姥姥站在门槛边朝着我招手的情景成为了我心中美丽的图画。奔向姥姥,来到了姥姥的小屋里。姥姥拉着我的手走向橱柜,从里面拿出葡萄干、肉松、糖果……姥姥每次都会把最好的东西留给我, In memory, I live in a small tiled room. Red bricks, small eaves, low thresholds. The scene where I stood at the threshold and waved toward me became a beautiful picture of my heart. I rushed toward you, and I came to the hut. He took my hand to the cupboard and took raisins, floss, and candy from the inside... He left me with the best things every time.