儿时的我是由姥姥带大的。姥姥不住在沈阳,为了带我,就要住在我家里。记忆中的姥姥好像永远都不会老,她每天早上2早早起床,像年轻姑娘一样仔细梳妆打扮,之后便佝偻着身子叫我起床。她对我很好,好到应该算是溺爱吧,变着花样给我做早餐,时时刻刻关心我的冷暖。她的脸,是我儿时的记忆中最清晰的图画;她的怀抱,是我一生最温暖的港湾。印象最深刻的还是她那台不知工作了多少年的缝纫机。我小 My childhood was brought by my grandmother. Grandma does not live in Shenyang, in order to take me, we must live in my home. The grandmother in memory does not seem to be old forever. She gets up early in the morning to get dressed up like a young girl, and then starts to wake me up. She is very good to me, good enough to be indulge in it, change the pattern to my breakfast, always concerned about my warmth. Her face, the clearest picture of my childhood memories; her arms, is the warmest harbor in my life. The most impressive thing is her sewing machine, which I do not know how many years I’ve worked. I am small