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描述：这是一个基于我个人经历的小故事，故事描述了一个小女孩和她的祖母在一天下午去田地里掰玉米。在这个小女孩眼里，祖母既能干又勇敢。但随着时间的推移，外婆已经无法像当年那样，这一切似乎都发生在一瞬间，仿佛是故事中的小女孩发呆的那一刻。故事通过一段简单的经历表达了对时光流逝的感叹，希望借助这个小故事传达出与家人珍惜时光的感情。This is a small story based on the author's personal experience.The story describes a little girl and her grandmother go to pick corn one afternoon. Grandmother is both capable and brave in the eyes of the little girl. But with the passage of time, the grandmother has been unable to be the same as in those days, all this seems to happen in a moment, as if is the story of the little girl dazed moment.The story expresses feelings about the passage of time through a simple experience,hope to convey the feeling of cherishing the time with family
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For my grandma——From the granddaughter who didn\'t visit you again this summer
I remember that we walked along the mud road far away.Through the fields of one after another,Go pick corn.
I remember that grandma could recognize her own field from afarin these identical fields.
I remember looking out from the cornfield higher than me, I could see the very blue sky and grandma’s head.
I remember that my grandma was not afraid of anything.The horrible caterpillar, the sharp blade,she is not afraid at all.
I remember that it was just a normal afternoon,
and it was no different from other afternoons.
I remember that my grandma picked up a large basket of corn,
and we went back the same way, passing through one field after another.
I remember my grandma walking in front of me, some butterflies flying over our heads and making a rustling voice.
I suddenly felt very sad, so I looked up for a while.
When I came to myself, my grandma had already left me so far away.I remember the afternoon when I went to pick corn with my grandmother,
but my grandma had forgotten it.Mom said that grandma has not remembered a lot of things.
We have too little time together. All I can remember is the afternoon when we go to pick corn.
That afternoon, seeing butterfly in a daze, I ran up to her and asked her, \"why don\'t you wait for me?\"
Grandma said with a smile, hurry up, it\'s going to be dark
