我老家宅子是一个庭院,紧挨着我们庭院住的,是一个性格有些怪异的老爷爷。老爷爷在自家院子里种了两棵枇杷树,于是我叫他枇杷爷爷。“枇杷爷爷,您更喜欢哪一棵枇杷树呢?”年仅5岁的我曾这样问。“我不叫他们树,我叫他们先生。”枇杷爷爷用他那像枯叶一般沙哑的声音说:“左边这棵叫枇杷先生,右边这棵模样比较奇特,我叫他怪枇杷先生。你更喜欢哪一棵呀?”“当然是枇杷先生。爷爷您呢?”我凑近看了看说。 My old house is a courtyard. It is a weird old grandfather who lives next to our courtyard. The grandfather planted two eucalyptus trees in his yard and I called him Grandpa. “What grandfather do you prefer, Grandpa?” I asked when I was only 5 years old. “I don’t call them trees. I call them sir.” Grandpa Grandpa said in his husky voice like a dead leaf: “The left-hander, Mr. Yan, looks like a strange tree on the right. I call him strange.” Which one do you prefer, sir?” “Of course, Mr. 枇杷 。. Grandpa?” I looked closer.