时光用一双绵软的大手,推动了岁月的年轮。忍不住回忆起与你一起走过的岁月,那样温暖幸福。——题记岁月·银丝记忆里一个个沐浴着金色暖阳的午后,屋前摇椅轻摇,我偎在奶奶怀里,趴在奶奶肩上,数着奶奶两鬓的白发,让淡淡的木梳香滑过她的发梢,掠过我的鼻尖,痒痒的,暖暖的。我总是悄悄地将那几缕白发拽下来,藏进小木盒里,小心收藏着那最轻盈、最熟悉的气味。岁月是一道年轮,年轮是奶奶的银丝画出来 Time has used a pair of soft hands to push the rings of years. Can not help but recall the years that have passed with you, so warm and happy. - Years of Inscriptions · Silver memories One by one in the afternoon of bathing in the golden warm sun, the rocking chair in front of the house swayed. I was lying in my grandmother’s arms, squatting on my grandmother’s shoulders and counting the grandmother’s two white hairs. The wooden comb flicked over her hair, brushed my nose, itchy, and warm. I always quietly squatted the few strands of white hair into a small wooden box and carefully collected the lightest and most familiar smell. The years are a ring of rings. The annual rings are painted by the grandmother’s silver.