儿时,我最喜欢到外婆家的大山里撒野。那个秋天,山林中一片灿烂的山花和一树透明的红果子拴住了我的脚步。没想到,突然下起大雨,我一路狂奔,慌乱中迷失了方向。山腰处的一个木头房子成了我救命的营地。房主是一位七旬老爷爷,虽然拄着根木棒子,身板却笔直得像一棵穿天杨。当他听到我提外婆的名字,眼睛变得晶亮起来, When I was a child, I like to spend most of my time in my grandma’s mountain. That autumn, a bright mountain flower in the mountains and a transparent red fruit tree tied my footsteps. Unexpectedly, it suddenly started heavy rain, I ran all the way, confused lost the way. A wooden house at the mountainside became my life-saving camp. The owner is a 70-year-old grandfather, although with a wooden stick, the body is straight as a daylight. When he heard me mention the name of grandmother, the eyes became shiny,