我曾经固执地认为，乡下人是老土的，是愚昧无知的。所以我并不喜欢奶奶，我看不起她，她没有文化，一副身形佝偻、老树嶙峋的样子。可那一件事改变了我对她的看法。
I used to stubbornly believe that rural people were old-fashioned and ignorant. So I don't like my grandmother, I look down on her. She has no education, with a hunched figure and a rugged old tree. But that incident changed my perception of her.
那年，深秋。
That year, deep autumn.
温暖的阳光轻轻地抚摸着奶奶的菜园子，一阵宣告着丰收的微风吹过，犹如吹动了层层叠叠的黄金网。那翻滚的金黄麦浪，牵动着奶奶丝丝缕缕的银发。银发虽显苍老，但显得那么耀眼有神。只见奶奶坐在光滑如镜的木凳上，手里抓住一大把青翠欲滴的、新鲜翠绿的通菜，正准备放入塑料袋中，目光中流露出无尽的喜悦和满足。面带微笑的她，眼睛都快眯成了一条缝。我想：这可能就是农民最朴实的面容吧！而这金黄的季节，可能就是他们最喜悦的时节吧！
The warm sunshine gently caressed Grandma's vegetable garden, and a gentle breeze announcing a bountiful harvest blew through, as if stirring layers of golden nets. The rolling golden wheat waves touched the strands of silver hair of my grandmother. Although silver hair appears aged, it appears so dazzling and lively. I saw my grandmother sitting on a smooth wooden bench like a mirror, holding a large handful of fresh and lush vegetables in her hand, ready to put them into a plastic bag. Her eyes showed endless joy and satisfaction. With a smile on her face, her eyes were almost narrowed to a slit. I think this may be the most simple face of farmers! And this golden season may be their most joyful season!
我们轻轻地走到她身旁，妈妈拍了拍她的肩，轻柔地说：“阿妈，别忙活了，我来吧，你去坐坐！”出于妈妈在我身旁的原因，我敷衍而冷漠地打了声招呼：“奶奶好。”奶奶一看到我，便从那古老的板凳上一跃而起，随即走了过来，热切地说：“墨宝，回来了，来，奶奶做了你最爱吃的菜！”话音未落，便伸出了她粗陋大手，拉起了我纤细小手，我隐约感觉到奶奶的手上皮肤的粗糙。那布满了蚯蚓似的皱纹，青筋鼓起，指甲盖里藏着深绿色的菜汁和一些褐色的泥土，那粗糙的手感，使我感到恶心。因此，我不停地在奶奶的大手中挣扎，可她那有力的大手早已把我纤细小手抓得紧紧的。我只好半推半就地跟着奶奶进了厨房。我明白那是血肉亲情的超强磁力作用。
We walked gently to her side, and her mother patted her shoulder and said softly, "Mom, don't be busy, I'll come, you go sit down!" Due to my mother's presence beside me, I greeted her perfunctorily and coldly, "Hello grandma." As soon as grandma saw me, she jumped up from the ancient bench and walked over eagerly, saying, "Ink treasure, come back, grandma has made your favorite dish!" Before she could finish speaking, she reached out her rough big hand and pulled up my slender little hand. I vaguely felt the roughness of the skin on grandma's hand. That is covered with wrinkles like earthworms, bulging veins, and dark green vegetable juice and some brown soil hidden under the nail covers. The rough texture makes me feel nauseous. Therefore, I kept struggling in my grandmother's big hand, but her powerful hand had already tightly grasped my slender little hand. I had to reluctantly follow my grandmother into the kitchen. I understand that it is the strong magnetic force of flesh and blood affection.
吃过饭，我们准备回家，奶奶一下子冲上来，恋恋不舍地说：“下次再来啊，墨宝，你不是喜欢吃通菜吗？奶奶都挑好了一大袋让妈妈带回家，留着慢慢吃。”啊！她怎么会记得我爱吃通菜？她平日不是记性很差的吗？可她却偏偏记得我爱吃的菜。激动与感动一下子占领了我的心房，把我的偏见一下子冲走了。我猛地冲了上去，紧紧抱住了奶奶，让爱，肆意流淌……
After dinner, we were ready to go home when grandma rushed up and said reluctantly, "Come back next time, Mobao. Don't you like to eat Tongcai? Grandma has already picked up a big bag for Mom to take home and keep it for us to eat slowly! How could she remember that I love to eat Tongcai? Doesn't she have a bad memory on weekdays? But she happens to remember the dishes I love to eat. Excitement and emotion immediately occupied my heart, washing away my prejudice. I suddenly rushed up and hugged my grandmother tightly, letting love flow freely
而今，盛夏。
Now, in the midst of summer.
夕阳西下，天空下一片静谧。风，生了暖意，那是爱的温度；水，起了涟漪，那是亲情环绕的形状。亲爱的奶奶，你可知道，我在想你……
The sun sets in the west, and the sky is quiet. The wind brings warmth, it is the temperature of love; Water ripples, forming the shape of familial affection. Dear grandma, do you know that I was thinking of you