亲爱的天使姐姐:天上的月儿明了,星儿亮了。月光幽幽,并不明亮的光芒勾起了我的遐思。天使姐姐,你睡了吗?我想和你说说话。我是在姥爷的照顾下长大的。当我哭闹的时候,轻轻揽过我的是姥爷,他给我以坚定的力量;当我遭受挫折的时候,是姥爷温柔地安慰我,让我不再畏惧前方的路。在我儿时的记忆里,他宽大的手掌总是那么温暖有力,他的身体是那么健康。他干活儿从不感觉到累,骑自行车也能骑40多里地。 Dear angel sister: the moon in the sky is clear, the star is bright. Moonlight faint, not bright light evoke my reveries. Angel sister, are you asleep? I want to talk to you. I grew up under the care of my grandpa. When I was crying, I was my grandfather who took me lightly. He gave me a firm power. When I was frustrated, my grandpa comforted me gently so that I would no longer be afraid of the way ahead. In my childhood memories, his large palms are always so warm and powerful, his body is so healthy. He never felt tired of working and riding a bicycle could ride more than 40 miles.