“枯藤老树昏鸦,小桥流水人家,古道西风瘦马。夕阳西下,断肠人在天涯。”——题记江南的雨淅淅沥沥地下了好几天,雨点敲打着坑坑洼洼的青石板,敲打着古老的小木桥,也敲打着我的心:奶奶,您在天国还好吗?还记得吗,奶奶?小时候,您怕我的学习跟不上城里的孩子,买来画册让我翻阅。我迷蒙的眼睛跟着您的手指,从“咿咿呀呀”的童音到逐渐吐出清晰的字词。“桥,小桥……”您一面耐心地对我念 “Withered old tree faint crows, bridges people, ancient westerlies wind and thin horse. Sunset, heartbroken people in the End of the World.” - Inscription Jiangnan rain 淅 淅 Liqu underground for several days, raindrops pitted bumpy green Slate, beat the old wooden bridge, also beating my heart: Grandma, are you alright in heaven? Do you remember, grandma? As a child, you are afraid I can not keep up with the children in the city and buy the album I read. My misty eyes follow your fingers, from the “babbling” voice to gradually vomit clear words. “Bridge, bridge ... ” You read patiently to me