当我写下这个标题时,我想起了爷爷,准确地说,在我写下这个标题之前,我就想起了我亲爱的爷爷,还有,我的童年。爷爷是个皮肤很黄很黄的老人,从我记事起,他就一直花白着头发,穿深蓝色的中山装和军绿色的解放鞋。他一直都那么老,老得似乎我从小到大他就没有变过模样。爷爷不会说普通话,身材也并不高大威武,相反,让人觉得瘦瘦小小的,但他有一样几乎全天下的爷爷都没 When I wrote this title, I remembered Grandpa. To be precise, before I wrote this title, I remembered my dear grandfather and my childhood. Grandpa is an old man with yellowish yellow skin. Since I remembered, he has always had white hair and wore a dark blue tunic and military green liberation shoes. He was always so old, and it seemed as if he hadn’t changed since I was young. Grandpa does not speak Mandarin and is not tall and mighty. On the contrary, people feel skinny and small, but he has almost no grandfather all over the world.