奶奶的胖大海
那是一个夏天的傍晚，李奶奶坐在后院的石凳上，手里捧着一个装满牛奶的水杯，镜片上闪烁着牛奶特有的光泽。
"爸爸让我们去看医生了。"李奶奶对着墙上的"明天见"喊道。她的手在冰凉中发抖，手心里全是汗珠。
那是一个特别闷热的下午，李奶奶的后院里经常有几只黑猫 visits them, they play near the fence. The cat is gentle and friendly.
李奶奶打开牛奶杯， pours some milk into it, and sets it on the kitchen counter. She presses a button on the microwave, and within five seconds, the milk starts to boil. The water forms a little bubble on the surface as the milk reaches its boiling point.
As time went by, the milk became warmer and more colorful. When the milk finally reaches the desired temperature for boiling, it bubbles vigorously, forming small bubbles all around the surface of the liquid. These bubbles are so tiny that even a ping-pong ball can float right beside them on the surface when they stop.
In the evening, as the sun sets over the field, some of the bubbles settle to the bottom of the milk. The colors and temperatures have changed dramatically, but the milk still feels warm. It's not like it's just frozen or something else; it's alive—more like a living, breathing bubble of color.
李奶奶把牛奶杯放在窗边，看着外面的天空泛起的云彩。这些 Clouds are made up of tiny water droplets that combine with each other and create different colors. Sometimes, they make bright colors, sometimes they blend into a soft pink or a golden hue.
As the milk boils away some of its warmth, it becomes cooler, but in a way that's still warm to the touch. It feels like a gentle explosion, as if something has been cooking inside for hours.
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