爷爷生病一年多了,我又来到病房看望他。我坐在床头,爷爷艰难地抬起右手,轻轻地抚摸我的脸颊。这是一只多么温暖而又沧桑的手啊!让我想起了在爷爷怀中入睡的情景……那时候,妈妈经常出差,于是,我由爷爷照顾。每到晚上,爷爷一上床,我便乖乖地钻进被窝儿。爷爷用他那宽大的手臂搂抱着我,给我讲故事、唱儿歌,直到我进入甜美的梦乡。 Grandpa sick more than a year, I went to the ward to see him again. I sat on the bed, my grandfather raised his right hand hard, gently stroking my cheek. This is how a warm and vicissitudes of the hand ah! Reminds me of falling asleep in my grandfather arms ... ... At that time, my mother often travel, so I take care of my grandfather. Every night, my grandfather went to bed, I obediently got into bed. Grandfather hugged me with his wide arm, told me a story, sang songs, until I entered the sweet dreams.