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今天是爷爷的祭日,爷爷已去世五年了。窗外下着小雨,淅淅沥沥,连绵不绝,敲打着我的回忆,对爷爷的愧疚之情不觉涌又上心头……爷爷是一个农村人,在田里干了一辈子的农村人。他脾气不太好,但从不对我发脾气,而我却从小就讨厌他,或许是我从小生活在城市而他住在农村的缘故吧。每当爷爷“光顾”我家时,家里总被弄得乱糟糟脏兮兮的,还弥漫着一股令我难以忍受的气味。那时爷爷总是睡我的床,而我只能委屈地挤在爸妈脚边了,当他走时,床上总是留下一道道黑黑的脏印。
Today is the grandfather’s day of worship. Grandpa has died for five years. Outside the window, under the light rain, pounding, endless, tapping on my memories, feeling nostalgic about my grandfather’s embarrassment and my heart... Grandpa is a rural man who has been living in the fields for a lifetime. He was not very good-natured, but he never lost his temper, but I hated him when I was a child. Perhaps it was because I lived in the city when I was young and he lived in the countryside. Every time Grandpa “walks” to my house, the home is always messy and dirty, and it is filled with an unbearable smell. At that time, my grandfather always slept in my bed, and I couldn’t but squeeze at my parents’ feet. When he left, the bed always left a black and dirty stain.