周末,我在家把《有一天,妈妈老了》看完了。文中,妈妈的话语、一举一动都在我脑海里久久不能离去,因为这一切都让我想起了一个人——我的外婆,一个从小就在山里长大,地地道道的农村老太太。听妈妈说,她刚满10岁的时候,她爸爸,也就是我的外公,被突如其来的一场大病夺去了生命。当时,外公是家中的顶梁柱,每月75元的微薄薪水能勉强养育我妈妈和她的三个姐妹。外公的去世无疑对这个家庭,对外婆是一个致命的打击。但外婆没有向命运低头,硬是咬紧牙,挺起背,撑起了这个家。虽然妈妈很少讲起那段岁月,但我可以想象,那肯定是一段很苦很苦的日子。 Weekends, I at home to “one day, my mother is old,” read it. Text, the words of my mother, every move in my mind for a long time can not leave, because it all reminds me of a person - my grandmother, an old lady who grow up in the mountains grew up, out of town. Listen to my mother said that when she was 10 years old, her father, my grandfather, was killed by a sudden serious illness. At that time, my grandfather was the pillar of the family, a meager salary of 75 yuan per month can barely raise my mother and her three sisters. My grandfather’s death is undoubtedly a deadly blow to this family and to her grandmother. But my grandmother did not bow to fate, just clench teeth, straighten back, propped up this home. Although my mother seldom talked about that time, I can imagine it was a bitter and painful day.