站在外公家的门前,看着这座饱经沧桑的老木门,门上快要脱落的树皮敲打着我的心扉。我身体的每一个部分似乎被儿时的记忆所占据。我扣打着老木门,许久,老木门徐徐开来,一副慈祥的面孔出现在我的视野里,夹杂着喘息的声音。外公看到我,顿时那张被岁月揉皱的脸颊露出了和蔼可亲的笑容,因为他最喜爱的外孙来到了他的跟前。我被外公带进屋,房屋的摆设还是那么熟悉,刚刚落坐,外公忙着给我拿水果,倒水。从他忙碌的身 Standing outside the public front of the house, looking at this old wooden door full of vicissitudes, the door is about to fall off the bark beat my heart. Every part of my body seems to be occupied by childhood memory. I buckle the old wooden door, for a long time, the old wooden door slowly open, a kind face appeared in my field of vision, mixed with breathing sound. My grandfather saw me, suddenly that time was crumpled cheeks showing amiable smile, because his favorite grandchildren came to his front. I was brought into the house by my grandfather, the decoration of the house is still so familiar, just sit down, my grandfather busy to get me fruit, pouring water. From his busy body