从我记事起,外婆一直是最疼我的人。孩提时代的我,很喜欢在山野中玩耍。外婆总是陪着我到处跑,我欢快地跑在前面,外婆紧紧地跟在后面。我清晰地记得,每当我回头时,都会看到外婆那笑盈盈的目光。我永远无法忘记父母接我回深圳时的情景。母亲将我抱进车里,我却哭闹着企图跳下车,母亲将车门锁严,我挣扎着向外婆求助,希望她把车门打开。可她只是默默地站在原地,目光紧紧地盯着我们,直到我们渐渐远去。我的视线一片模糊,泪水不断滴落。 From my memory, grandmother has always been the most hurt me. Childhood I, like to play in the mountains. Grandma always accompany me everywhere, I ran happily in front, grandmother closely followed behind. I clearly remember that every time I look back, I can see grandma’s smiling eyes. I will never forget the scene when my parents took me back to Shenzhen. My mother took me into the car, but I was crying in an attempt to jump off the car, the mother locked the door, I struggled to grandma for help, I hope she opened the door. But she just stood silently, eyes staring at us, until we gradually away. My eyes were blurred, tears dripping.