阳光透过早雾,洒在枝头,亮得刺眼。我们爷孙俩跟随这唯美的阳光,来到了一片空地。爷爷放下拎着的水桶,从肩包里掏出一大一小两支长毛笔,然后用大笔沾了水在地上写起字来。“既省墨水又省纸张。”爷爷曾自豪地对邻居们说过。大概是物以稀为贵吧,还没写几个字,散步的行人都来围观,惊叹不已。爷爷挥舞着大毛笔,仿佛跳舞一般,在水泥地面上留下了道道刚劲有力的“脚印”。一首唐诗写完,围观的人都拍手叫好,爷 Sunlight through the early fog, sprinkled on the branches, bright dazzling. Our Lord Sun followed this beautiful sunshine, came to an open space. Grandpa put down the bucket carrying, from the shoulder bag and took out a large and small two long brush, and then use a large pen dipped in water to write the word on the ground. “The province ink and save paper.” Grandpa had proudly said to the neighbors. Probably sparsely owned it, have not written a few words, walking pedestrians have come to watch, marvel. Grandpa waving a large brush, as if dancing in general, left the road on the cement floor strong “footprints ”. After the completion of a poem, onlookers applauded, Lord