摘要
"Hello!"Aunt Sonam called to us,carrying her grandson on her back.Her full-throated greeting resounded through the air.If we did not heed her,her waving arm would drop solemnly like leave wilted by the sun.Every villager here is warm like that.After climbing up the singletrunk ladder in Aunt Sonam’s home,the first thing you see is a barrel for churning butter with a
＂Hello!＂ Aunt Sonam called to us, carrying her grandson on her back. Her full-throated greeting resounded through the air. If we did not heed her, her waving arm would drop solemnly like leave wilted by the sun. Every villager here is warm like that.
