我童年生活中的趣事像天上的繁星一样多,其中许多都随着时光的流逝而被淡忘了,但有一件事却叫我难以忘怀,至今想起来,仍然历历在目。那件事发生时,我才四五岁,我的外公有七十几岁。我的外公高高瘦瘦的,虽然年逾古稀,可几乎没有白头发。外公是个老知识分子,每天的大部分时间都在 The stories in my childhood are as numerous as the stars in the sky, many of which have been forgotten over time, but one thing has left me unforgettable, and so far it is still vividly remembered. When that happened, I was four or five and my grandfather was seventy. My grandfather is tall and thin, although over senescence, almost no white hair. My grandfather is an old intellectual who lives most of the day