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我的爷爷是得不治之症去世的。在与爷爷诀别的那天,我很想大声哭一场,无奈眼眶像是干涸的泉水,怎么也挤不出泪水。那些日子,我整天病恹恹的,以至于身边每个熟识的人都揣测我是不是丢了魂。印象中,我的爷爷有着硬朗的身体,满脸的皱褶活像我最爱吃的核桃。他的眼睛很有神,透着倔强和朴实。最有趣的要数爷爷的秃顶了,俨然一个剥了皮的鸡蛋,光滑透亮。爷爷在世的时候,我常常没事就摸摸他那光滑的脑袋。虽然偶尔爷爷也会嗔怪我没大没小,但更多的时候,他都会
My grandpa died of incurable disease. In the day of farewell with my grandfather, I really want to cry out loud, helpless eyes like a dry spring, how squeeze tears. In those days, I was sick all day long, so that every familiar person around me speculated that I was not lost soul. Impression, my grandpa has a tough body, face wrinkles like my favorite walnut. His eyes are very god, reveals stubborn and simple. The most interesting to the grandfather’s bald, as if a peeled eggs, smooth and translucent. When my grandpa was alive, I often touched his smooth head with nothing. Although occasionally my grandfather will blame me no big or small, but more often, he will