绿蚁新醅酒,红泥小火炉。晚来天欲雪,能饮一杯无?——白居易我轻轻地推开门,外婆正出神地注视着炉上那锅热气腾腾的米酒,并未察觉我的到来。我蹑手蹑脚地走上前去,轻轻拥住外婆。她没有回头,只是莞尔一笑:“小机灵,嗅到香味儿了?”这是冬日里难得的好天气,金色的阳光从窗口倾泻而下,如同一条金色的溪流缓缓流动着,把花盆中几根枯黄的草也渲染成金色。那涓涓的金色溪流也缠绕着外婆的发丝,如同我儿时淘气 Green ants new wine, red mud small stove. Night late for snow, can drink a cup without? - Bai Juyi I gently open the door, my grandmother is looking at the stove steaming rice wine, did not notice my arrival. I crept up and gently hold my grandmother. She did not look back, but smiled: “Small smart, smell the smell of children?” This is a rare good winter weather, the golden sun pouring down from the window, as a golden stream slowly flowing, A few yellowish grass in the pot is also rendered golden. The golden stream is also winding the grandmother’s hair, as I naughty childhood