爷爷,那额上的皱纹,自我懂事起就有了。每当我望见爷爷那额上的皱纹,便会陷入无限的、深深的沉思……皱纹——岁月和人生的年轮。爸爸对我说他小的时候,一家八口的生计全仗爷爷和几亩薄田。到爸爸读二年级的时候,由于家里实在没钱交学费,只好退学跟爷爷到田里干活。到如今,已过了整整三十个年头。爷爷的头发白了半数,皱纹,也已爬满了爷爷的额头。正是这皱纹, Grandpa, the amount of wrinkles on his forehead, self-understanding. Whenever I see the wrinkles on my grandfather’s forehead, I will fall into a deep, deep contemplation... wrinkles—the rings of years and life. Dad said to me that when he was young, the family of eight lived all his grandfather’s grandfather and a few acres of latte. When Daddy read the second grade, because the family had no money to pay for school fees, he had to drop out of school to work with his grandfather. By now, it has been a full thirty years. Grandpa’s hair was half white, wrinkled, and his grandfather’s forehead had already been crawled. It is this wrinkle,