天空似水般透明,雨丝轻轻地飘拂在脸颊。我坐在窗前,静思。外婆今天照例又去了那条街,照例带着那只玻璃瓶,她捧着,好像捧着价值千金的珠宝,沿着街边的高楼,一步一停静静地挪动碎小的脚步。走过一遍,再走一遍,日复一日,年复一年,就是雨雪天她也没间断过。从小我就知道外婆有这样 The sky is transparent and the rain is gently floating on the cheeks. I sat in front of the window and meditated. Today, as usual, Grandma went to the street again. She took the glass bottle as usual. She held it as if she was holding a piece of jewelry worth a thousand dollars. She walked quietly along the high buildings on the side of the street. Walk through it again and walk again. Day after day, year after year, she is still in a rainy and snowy place. I knew from my childhood that my grandmother had such a