我家门前流经一条小河,柿子树长在我家的对岸;小时侯听爷爷说,是爷爷的爷爷种下的。那时——现在想想应该是七八月份,每到黄昏,我总在门口等着爷爷,爷爷也总叼着他那藏了岁月的大烟袋,边吞吐云雾,边赶着大轮黄牛车,从夕阳中举鞭归来。我就“乖”了,纠缠着 In front of my house, I passed a small river. The persimmon tree grows on the other side of my family. The hour’s time to listen to Grandpa said it was planted by Grandpa’s grandfather. At that time - now I think it is July and August. Every evening, I always wait for my grandfather at the door. My grandfather is always looking at his big bag of hidden years and wading through the clouds while catching the big wheel , returning from the setting sun. I’m just “squeaking” and tangled up