1.岁月的痕迹那细细密密的痕迹,在岁月的针脚里,真实而隐形的存在着,让人回首留恋。——题记那温暖朴实的,是外婆的身影。“我的小时候,吵闹任性的时候,我的外婆总会唱歌哄我……”每当听到这首《天黑黑》时,我总会想起和外婆在一起的那段日子。应该是在很小的时候,一个闷热的日子里,你拿来一个大大的蒲扇,用毛笔蘸上墨汁,一笔一画地仔细将我的名字写在扇子上,“看,你的名字是这样写的。”我懵 1. The traces of the years that traces of thin and dense, in the years of the pins, the existence of real and invisible, people look back nostalgia. - Inscription that warm and simple, is the grandmother’s figure. “When I was young and noisy, my grandmother always sang and coaxed me ...” Whenever I heard the song “Dark,” I always remembered those days with my grandmother. It should be at an early age, on a sultry day, you bring in a big palm-leaf fan, dipped in ink with a brush, and wrote my name one by one on the fan, “Look, your name It’s written like this. ”" I 懵