偶然间经过书房时,不经意地往书架一瞥,却看见了那张我与爷爷的合影照片,照片上的爷爷开心地笑着,将手轻轻地放在我的肩上,不知怎的,我的心中充满了一股淡然的忧伤,笑容僵持在了脸上,脑海中渐渐地浮现出了那些与他生活在一起的日子……小的时侯,我和爷爷、奶奶住在一起,那时的我,最喜欢的就是和爷爷坐在阳台的藤椅上,听他一字一句地给我讲故事,那绘声绘色的描述,抑扬顿挫的声调,仿佛能让我走进故事与主 Occasionally after the study, inadvertently glimpsed the bookshelf, but saw that I took pictures with my grandfather, the photo grandpa smiled happily, hand gently on my shoulders, somehow, my Heart filled with an indifference of sadness, a smile on the face deadlocked, my mind gradually emerge out of those days with him ... ... a small time, my grandfather and grandmother live together, when My favorite is to sit on the wicker chair on the balcony with my grandpa and listen to him word by story telling me the vivid description and cadence that seems to get me into the story and the Lord