落叶蝴蝶般飞到爷爷的木椅上,姿势很美。可惜,椅子上已经没有了爷爷。每逢这样的情景,我仿佛又看到爷爷和他那只口琴。6年前的深秋,爷爷永远离开了这个世界。那是我和爸爸妈妈从河北老家回到巴丹吉林沙漠军营后的第10天。电话在桌上发出可怕的声音。在愣了足足一分钟后,爸爸发疯般地胡乱收拾了行李,和妈妈一起出门,朝一百多公里以外的火车站奔去了。我们还在河北老家的时候,爷爷就病了,而且很重。不凑巧的是,我也感冒了。 Deciduous butterfly flew to Grandpa’s wooden chair, the posture is beautiful. Unfortunately, the chair has no grandfather. In such a scene, I seem to see my grandpa and his harmonica. Late autumn six years ago, my grandfather left the world forever. It was the 10th day after my father and mother returned to Badain Jaran Desert Camp from their hometown in Hebei Province. Phone terrible sound on the table. In a minute after being stunned, my father crazy baggage packed, and my mother went out, ran more than 100 kilometers away from the train station. When we were still hometown in Hebei, my grandfather was ill and was very heavy. Incidentally, I also have a cold.