苹果

祖母爱吃苹果，尤其是爱吃妈妈削的苹果。

妈妈削苹果的姿势很漂亮。她安详地拿起水果刀，飞快地在苹果上转着，果皮便宛如一只轻轻点过水面的燕子，时而向下，时而朝上，绕着苹果自由地飞舞。片刻之间，圆圆的苹果便呈现在我们面前，完美得就像一件艺术品。削完后，妈妈总会拿过碟子，将苹果一片片削好，递给祖母。那一瞬间，妈妈那写满微笑的双眼那么美丽。祖母每每递给我几块，而我吃完后总是不懂事地嚷着还要。望着妈妈那似嗔却笑的样子，我是乐滋滋的。不过，心里总想，要是自己能吃上一个完整的苹果该多好啊!

岁月流逝，祖母年纪渐渐大了，但仍然还和以前一样地搂着我看妈妈削苹果，妈妈依旧用她那灵巧的双手制作出一件件沁人心脾的“艺术品”。不同的是，我们每个人手里都有她亲手削出的大苹果。品着那甜甜的苹果，我时常想，要是自己也能够这样为祖母或妈妈削一次苹果，那该是一件多么快乐的事情啊!

那年深秋，祖母病了，昏迷了好几天。我依稀记得她那慈祥的容貌和那被疾病折磨的身子。那天，祖母奇迹般地睁开双眼，吃力地说着什么。我急忙把耳朵贴到祖母嘴唇边，才听清祖母说的是“苹……果”。爸爸在上班，妈妈上街了，谁来为祖母削苹果呢?看来只能自己动手了，我以最快的速度拿出一个又大又红的苹果，模仿妈妈的动作操作起来，可那小刀好像特意与我作对似的，我越想削好，刀子越不听使唤，深一刀浅一刀地，果皮果肉洒落了一地。当我颤抖着将那仅剩下半边的 “丑八怪”苹果递到祖母眼前时，分明读到了一种幸福的笑容。

如今，祖母的病好了，我们晚饭后吃苹果的习惯还是没有改变。不过，水果刀已经掌管在我的手上。每每望着祖母和妈妈那惬意的笑脸，我感觉自己仿佛成了传递爱心的“小天使”，快乐着家人，也快乐着自己。

英语翻译；

Grandma loves to eat apples, especially the apples cut by her mother.

Mother's posture of peeling apples is very beautiful. She calmly picked up the fruit knife and swiftly turned on the apple. The peel was like a swallow lightly touching the surface of the water, sometimes downward and sometimes upward, flying freely around the apple. In a moment, the round apple was presented to us, perfect as a work of art. After cutting, my mother would always take the plate, cut the apples piece by piece, and hand it to grandmother. At that moment, my mother's smiling eyes were so beautiful. Grandma always handed me a few pieces, and after I finished eating, I always clamored for them in a foolish manner. Looking at my mother who resented but smiled, I was very happy. However, I always thought that it would be great if I could eat a whole apple!

As the years passed, my grandmother got older, but she still hugged me and watched my mother peeling apples as before. My mother still used her dexterous hands to make pieces of "artwork" that are refreshing. The difference is that each of us has a big apple that she cut out by herself. Tasting those sweet apples, I often think that if I could peel an apple for my grandmother or mother once, it would be a happy thing!

In late autumn that year, my grandmother fell ill and was in a coma for several days. I vaguely remember her kind face and her body tormented by disease. That day, the grandmother miraculously opened her eyes and said something strenuously. I hurriedly pressed my ear to my grandmother's lips, only to hear that my grandmother said "Ping...guo". My dad is at work and my mom is on the street. Who will peel the apple for my grandmother? It seems that I can only do it myself. I took out a big red apple as fast as possible and imitated my mother's actions. But then The knife seemed to be against me deliberately. The more I wanted to cut it, the more the knife would not let it go. It made a deep cut and a shallow cut, and the peel and flesh spilled all over the floor. When I tremblingly handed the "ugly strange" apple to my grandmother's eyes, I clearly read a happy smile.

Now, my grandmother's illness has recovered, and our habit of eating apples after dinner has not changed. However, the fruit knife is already in my hand. Whenever I look at the cozy smiling faces of my grandmother and mother, I feel like a "little angel" who conveys love, happy for my family and myself.