收获的季节,独自徜徉在农村的小路上,一阵凉爽的秋风吹来,路两旁那半人高的芦苇丛,随风左右摇摆,不时还发出“沙沙”的声音。不知不觉中,我逛到了外婆家的那个村子上。“摇啊摇,摇啊摇,摇到外婆桥……”我循声望去,只见一个小女孩坐在老奶奶的腿上,她们手拉着手,身体前后摇摆着,嘴里正唱着。“小欣欣,最近有没有想外婆啊?”“想,非常想呢!”“呵呵。” Harvest season, alone wandering in the rural path, a cool autumn wind blowing, the road half-man-made reeds on both sides of the wind, swaying from time to time, from time to time also issued a “sand” sound. Unconsciously, I wandered the village grandmother. “Shake ah shake, shake ah shake, shake grandmother bridge ... ” I follow the sound of hope, I saw a little girl sitting on the grandma’s leg, they hand in hand, the body swinging before and after, his mouth is singing . “Little Showtime, have you ever thought grandma ah? ” "