总是忘不了姥姥家的小院,忘不了满架的葡萄,忘不了姥姥慈祥的笑脸,更忘不了那幸福的滋味。每年暑假,我都会跟着妈妈回到乡下的姥姥家,每一次推开略有锈迹的铁门,便会被那泥土的清香、绿叶的热情征服,特别是那满满一架的葡萄藤,在烈日的照耀下,格外显眼。每当这时,姥姥便搀扶着姥奶从屋中蹒跚地走出来,带着惊喜又慈祥的笑容。 Always forget the grandma home yard, forget the full frame of grapes, forget the grandmother kind smile, but also forget the happiness of taste. Every summer vacation, I will follow my mother back to the country’s grandmother home, every time you open a slightly rusty iron gate, it will be the fragrance of soil, green leaves of the conquest, especially that full of a vines, In the shining sun, especially conspicuous. Whenever this time, grandmother will help grandmother tossed out from the house, with a pleasant surprise and kind smile.