想起姥姥,我眼前立刻浮现出两个画面:一个是她拄着拐杖站在门口,面露欣喜地迎接我们到来;另一个是她神情落寞地目送我们离去。姥姥现在腰弯了,背驼了,满头的自发稀稀疏疏,腿脚也不好,还耳背,做起事来比较吃力。这些都被我看在眼里。尽管我知道人的老去是自然规律,但还是忍不住心疼。有一次,姥姥拿出相册,指着其中一张照片上一个梳着长辫子的姑娘,对我说:“丫头,你能猜出来这是谁吗?”我捕 I remembered two pictures in front of my eyes: One was she standing at the door with her crutches, and she was glad to welcome us. The other was she looked at us with desolation.姥姥 姥姥 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 腰 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥 姥姥. These are all in my eyes. Although I know that people’s oldness is a natural law, I still can’t help myself. Once, when I took out the album and pointed to one of the photos, a girl with a long braid said to me, “You can guess who it is?” I said.