爷爷是北方人。奶奶说,初次遇见爷爷的时候,他穿一件军大衣,踩一双灰色质地的棉布鞋,站在江边唱着京剧,那声音千回百转,婉转动听。在很多场合,奶奶都会笑着向别人讲述一辈子也忘不了的那个场景。脸上那温柔中带着几许羞涩的笑容,让我好像看到她年轻的影子。后来因家庭的原因,爷爷便跟着奶奶迁移到南方生活。记忆里的清晨,常常是在爷爷浓郁北方腔的京剧声中开始的。伴着时而低沉时而高腔的声音,我光着脚,带着几分蒙眬的睡意, Grandpa is a northerner. Grandmother said that the first time I met my grandfather, he wore a military coat, stepped on a pair of gray texture of cotton shoes, standing on the river singing Beijing Opera, the sound of a hundred revolutions, mildly. On many occasions, Grandma laughed and told the scene that life could not forget. That gentle face with a few shy smile, I seem to see her young shadow. Later, due to family reasons, my grandfather moved with her grandmother to live in the South. Early in the morning, it is often the start of Beijing Opera’s grandfather’s strong northern chamber. Accompanied by the sometimes low and sometimes high voice, I barefoot, with a bit drowsy drowsiness,