天空中飘起了小雨,我站在窗前看着雨中的景物,他走了出去,我悄悄地跟在后面。右转十步,再右转一百步,左转五十步……终于,他停步,再右转一百步,左转五十步……终于,他停了下来,那是一座老房子,多处已经坍塌,屋顶还横着几根椽木,院中充满了杂草,他走过去,抚摸着木门,没有推开,手又抚摸向墙壁,雨水从墙上流下,流进他的手心,一旁的柳枝抚着他的肩头,他抬了抬头。唉,爷爷还是放不下。一奶奶说过这里曾经繁盛过,爷爷是在这里 Floating in the sky light rain, I stood in front of the window watching the rain in the scenery, he went out, I quietly followed behind. Turn right ten paces, turn right one hundred paces further, turn left fifty paces ... Finally, he stops, turns right one hundred paces further, turns left fifty paces ... Finally, he stopped and it was an old The house, in several places, collapsed. The roof was also spread across several rafters. The courtyard was full of weeds. He walked over and stroked the wooden door without pushing it away. His hand touched the wall, and rain fell on the wall and into his Palm, aside willow brushing his shoulders, he looked up. Alas, Grandpa still can not let go. Grandma said here once prospered, my grandfather is here