小心翼翼地擦掉手中熟透的红枣上温热的泥土,我弯下腰不紧不慢地捡拾着不断从树上掉下来的果子。爷爷颤颤的双手不停地挥动竹竿,打下那一个个红艳可爱的红枣,嘴边挂着满足的微笑,仿佛看着自己长大的孩子。 Carefully wipe the hands of ripe jujube on the soil, I bent down slowly picking up the fruit falling from the tree. Grandpa shaking his hands constantly waving bamboo poles, lay that one red lovely red dates, mouth satisfied to meet the smile, as if watching their grown up children.