小时候傻傻地认为,我身边的亲人都会陪伴我一生。渐渐长大,渐渐失去,也渐渐懂得:离别,是道疼痛的风景。那天,离月考只剩三天的我,急匆匆地被伯伯带走。我的心一沉,顿时被一种不祥塞满。正待开口,他先用微哑的声音道出了我最害怕的猜测:“你外公……他……他去世了……”身体一抖,脑袋一时转不过弯来,但我是明白的:死就是永远见不到那个人,听不到那个人的声音,感受不到那个人的温暖了……那,怎么可能,外公,您和我约好的啊!我还没有长大,您为什么就走了,竟是这般的匆忙?难道,死对于您 Childhood innocently thought that my loved ones will accompany my life. Gradually growing up, gradually losing, but also gradually understand: parting is painful road landscape. That day, leaving only three days from the month test, I was hurriedly taken away by the uncle. My heart sank, suddenly being an ominous stuffed. Be open, he first with a dumb voice out of my most afraid of speculation: “your grandfather ... he ... he died ... ” body flick, the head turn but bend, but I was Understand: death is never see that person, can not hear the voice of that person, feel the warmth of that person ... ... then, my grandfather, you and I make an appointment! I have not grown up Why did you leave, was it such a hurry?