祖父是个沉默寡言的人。他的鼻梁很高,喜欢穿灰色或青黛色的毛衣。下雨的时候,他撑一把黑色的伞。我对他,总是带有几分惧怕的,他深凹的眼眶里,仿佛流转着几十年的风风雨雨。有时,他抓住我的手,我便能摸到一道道的沟壑,里面流着生命的长河。他是经历过抗日战争、“文化大革命”的人。他们这代人的苦,我们无法体会,可是我们这 Grandfather is a taciturn person. His nose is high, like wearing gray or Cyan color sweater. When it rains, he holds a black umbrella. I always felt a bit scared of him, his deep eyes, as if the flow of decades of ups and downs. Occasionally, he grasped my hand, and I could feel the gully of a road through which life was flowing. He is a man who experienced the War of Resistance Against Japan, the “Cultural Revolution”. The hardship of their generation, we can not understand, but we are