阿嬷,你知道么?今年夏天,绒草又茂盛了,整个山谷都是白绒绒的一片,风一吹,绒草就离地飘散,那木人戳在地上,满身洁柔,像极了那时的你。记得山谷中绒草第一次茂盛时,你泛着纹路的嘴角有几丝惊诧的颤抖,浑浊的眼中有些温柔的情愫,呆呆地呢喃着。我牵着你的手,纯白的绒朵沾满 Grandmother, do you know? This summer, the velvet has flourished, the whole valley is a piece of white velvet, the wind blew, fleece floating on the ground, that wood poked on the ground, covered with clean and soft, like Very you then. I remember the first velvet in the valley lush, you gazing at the corners of the mouth there are a few trembling astonished, muddy eyes some gentle affection, grumbling. I hold your hand, white velvet stained