姥爷病了。深冬的天气干冷,灰白色的天空看不到云的痕迹。我的心里空落落的,一切来得都是那么突然,分不清是梦境还是现实。姥爷得的是脑梗,断断续续好几年了,这次的情况比以往都要严重。老一辈的人说,七十三、八十四是个坎儿,姥爷今年正好七十三,马上就要过年了,一家人的心情都很沉重。经过初步检查,姥爷的脑萎缩很严重,医生建议住院进一步检查,妈妈同意了。事情最初非常顺利,姥爷平安无事地出了手术室,麻醉药醒后,还给我在外地工作的爸爸打了电话报平安。谁料当晚八点,姥爷突然开始抽 Grandpa is ill. Dry winter weather, gray sky can not see the traces of the cloud. My heart falls, everything comes so suddenly, can not distinguish between dreams or reality. Grandpa got the cerebral infarction, off and on for several years, this time than ever before to be serious. The older generation said that seventy-three and eighty-four were Kanker. Grandpa was just seventy-three this year, and the New Year will soon begin. The family members are in a heavy mood. After a preliminary examination, my grandfather brain atrophy is very serious, the doctor advised to hospital for further examination, my mother agreed. The first thing went very smoothly, grandpa safely out of the operating room, anesthetic awake, returned to my father in the field telephoned peace. It was expected that eight o’clock that night, my grandfather suddenly began to smoke