和大多数的城里孩子不同,我的姥姥不是作文书中的任何一个形象。她不是那个瘦小而且老态的枣花树下给孩子讲故事的人,她也从未像故事里写的,一页一页翻日历记录孩子怎么怎么样,整天盼着孩子回来——当然,也许她也是盼望我们几个小辈们回去的,热热闹闹的。也许是不善于表达,所以我感觉她对于我们几个孩子回家的欣喜倒是远远不及家里的羊生的是两只羊而不是一只。她是很典型的那种农村妇女形象,她的手因常年干农活而变得坚硬,变成泥土的 Unlike most children in town, my grandmother is not an image in any writing instrument. She was not the same person who told her stories about her skinny and old jujube tree. She never wrote a story like a story, turning the calendar page by page into a child’s record and looking forward to seeing her back all day Perhaps she is also looking forward to several of our junior back, bustling. Maybe it was not good at expression, so I felt that she was much less delighted with the return of several of our children than two sheep, not one at home. She is a very typical rural woman, her hands hardened by the perennial work and turned into mud