偶尔在一家饰品店,看到了带有浓郁的乡土气息的剪纸,我的脑海里立刻浮现出一位老人慈祥和蔼的面孔,那就是我记忆深处的窗花姥姥。第一次见到窗花姥姥是我8岁的时候在山东老家。北方的冬天,天寒地冻,北风卷着雪花呼啸掠过山村,远处的山峦变成了雪山,近处房屋成了一座座雪屋,屋檐下垂着透亮的冰棱。有一天,姥姥对我说:“走,我们瞧瞧窗花姥姥去,她那屋里好玩。” Occasionally in a jewelry shop, saw the rich rustic flavor of the paper-cut, my mind immediately emerge an elderly kind and kind face, that is, I am deep in the memory of the grandmother window grilles. The first time I saw the grandmother window is my hometown in Shandong at the age of 8. Winter in the north, cold and frost, the north wind rolling snowflakes swirling across the mountain village, the distant mountains into a snowy mountain, near the house has become a snow house, the eaves hanging with the translucent ice edge. One day, my grandmother said to me: “Go, let’s see Grandma go to the window, her room is fun.”