4月8日晴爷爷爱笑,每天都乐呵呵的,无论发生了什么,他总是笑着。儿时的我有些不解,为什么爷爷的笑总是那么美。脸上的一条条皱纹像一只只蝴蝶,飞飞扬扬;小小的眼睛眯起,像两颗星星;眨着眼睛,干裂的嘴唇,像美丽的花瓣,炫然夺目。我问过爷爷,为什么遇到什么事情他都是那么安祥,那么从容,那么爱笑。他说:“我觉得没什么呀?他们说就让他们说去,没必要生气。他们 April 8 Clear Grandpa love to laugh, every day happily, no matter what happened, he always smiled. I was a little puzzled childhood, why the grandfather’s smile is always so beautiful. A wrinkled face like a butterfly, flying triumphantly; small eyes narrowed, like two stars; winking, chapped lips, like a beautiful petals, dazzling eye-catching. I asked my grandfather, why he encountered what is so safe, so calm, so love to laugh. He said: ”I think nothing? They say let them say, no need to be angry. They