不知你是否记得,每一次我来看望你的情景。一只小手吃力地握着斑驳铁门上生锈的钢环,轻轻地敲两下,随即就可以听到一阵颤颤巍巍的脚步伴着急促的应答:“哎,来了!”门打开,是你春风般笑容可掬的样子,永远是那么慈祥,唯一变的就是你额上平添的几丝皱纹,头上冒出的几缕白发。 I do not know if you remember, every time I come to visit your scene. A small hand strenuously gripped the rusty steel ring on the mottled iron door and knocked it gently twice, then he could hear a trembling pace accompanied by a quick response: “Hey, here!” The door is open, is your spring-like smile cute way, always so kind, the only change is your amount of added a few lines of wrinkles, his head emerges wisp of white hair.