月色如银,带着凉意流泻而下。暮秋晚风,如丝绒般轻滑过我的脸庞。走在校园的林阴道上,竟恍如走在乡间的小路上,亦有月影婆娑,有晚虫鸣唱。爷爷,我想起了曾日夜行走在那条小路上的您。回忆起您,最先冲进脑海的,竟是股股温暖的味道。还清楚地记得第一次见您的场景。那时爸爸妈妈工作忙,想把我放到农村老家。爸爸在一次出差经过老家时,把我捎带过去,您站 Moonlight, such as silver, with coolness and diarrhea. Evening breeze, such as velvet smooth my face. Walk in the school forest vagina, actually seems like walking in the country’s small road, there are moon shadow whirling, late song singing. Grandpa, I am reminded of you who walked on that trail day and night. Memories of you, the first rushed into my mind, was actually the warmth of stock stocks. Also clearly remember the first time you see the scene. Mom and Dad at that time busy, want me to go to rural home. When my father went to his hometown on a business trip, I took it incidentally and you stood