爷爷那个时代,是不怕打,不怕摔,在土旮旯里混过来的时代。热了就脱掉衣服,光着膀子,找个阴凉地儿乘凉;冷了就到处乱跑,越跑越有劲儿,没多久就流汗了。爷爷很会打架,皮肤晒得黑黝黝的,一身牛劲,加上是个不要命的主,就成了有名的刺儿头。谁要把他惹毛了,准打起来,而且不分个胜负绝不甘心。如果打赢了,自然得意扬扬,尾巴翘上天去了;如果输了,依然傲气不减。手上打不过,口中决不饶——专戳别人的脊梁骨,把别人的囧事一件件抖出来。瞧,他故意大声喊,好像要喊到天上去, Grandpa that era, is not afraid to fight, not afraid to fall, mixed with the soil in the era. Take off the hot clothes, bare-shouldered, find a cool place to shade; cold running around, the more run the more energetic, not long after sweating. Grandpa is very fierce, tanned skin, a cowardly, plus is a mortal Lord, became the famous thorn head. Who wants to provoke him, quasi-fight, and not willing to give up regardless of the outcome. If you win, the natural triumphantly triumph, the tail warped heaven gone; if lost, still arrogant diminished. The hand can not be beat, the mouth will never forgive - stamps the backbone of others, the others 囧 thing shaking out. Look, he deliberately shouts, as if to shout in the sky,