8月9日晴打开抽屉,久违的日记蒙上了一层浅浅的灰;泛黄纸页,淡淡墨笔残留香味若隐若现,勾起了我的串串回忆,重现了幕幕最美风景。沐浴晨曦,篱笆架旁,菊花灿烂,惹得蝴蝶流连忘返;夕阳斜照,石榴树上,颗颗石榴闪闪发亮,惹得孩子们手握竹竿,在树下一蹦一跳;晚风习习,桂花树下,两张竹凳,赏着月亮,听着故事……外公闲暇之余,喜欢在园子里弄捣,种菜养花,喂鱼唱曲;我, August 9 Clear open the drawer, a long absence, the diary covered with a layer of light gray; yellowed pages, faint pen residual smell looming, brought back my string of memories, to reproduce the curtain the most beautiful scenery. Bathing dawn, fence frame next to the chrysanthemums brilliant, prompting the butterfly linger; sunset shining, pomegranate tree, a piece of pomegranate shiny, provoked children holding a bamboo pole, jumping under the tree; breeze breeze, Osmanthus trees, two bamboo stools, watching the moon, listening to the story ... ... my grandfather's spare time, like pounding in the garden, planting flowers, feeding fish songs; I,