前天,在奶奶家,我又听到奶奶在抱怨她的手。奶奶的唠叨声仿佛一把钥匙,打开了我记忆中的两件事。上幼儿园时,每天都是奶奶来接我。一放学,我总会第一个跑下楼,欢快地搜寻着奶奶的身影。这时候,一个穿着紫色棉袄和黑色裤子的老人就会举起她的手,叫着我的乳名。当时,奶奶的手很正常,除了有一些斑点之我。一放学,我总会第一个跑下楼, The day before yesterday, at my grandmother’s house, I heard my grandma complaining about her hand. Granny’s nagging sound like a key, opened two of my memories. When kindergarten, my grandmother every day to pick me up. A school, I always ran downstairs, happily searching for the figure of her grandmother. At this time, an elderly man in a purple jacket and black pants raised her hand and called my name. At that time, my grandmother’s hand was normal, except for some spots of me. A school, I always run downstairs,