今年是爷爷离开我的第三个年头。从爷爷离开我的那天起,我就再也没能吃上爷爷做的木莲豆腐了,想起往年一杯杯盛满着爷爷疼爱的木莲豆腐,我就会不由自主地想起爷爷。爷爷不是我的亲爷爷,他曾是青少年宫的门卫。那时,他和奶奶住在一间矮平房中,守护着那个“荒废的园林”。说是园林,其实只有几棵树,树枝都长到围墙外面去了。只有老人们脸上的皱纹和几根锈迹斑斑的铁轨见证着少年宫以前的勃勃生机。 This year is my grandfather left my third year. From the day my grandfather left me, I never could eat the grandfather doing the lotus tofu, and remember the last cup filled with grandpa love the lotus tofu, I will involuntarily think of grandpa. Grandpa is not my pro-grandpa, he was a guard at the Youth Palace. At that time, he and his grandmother lived in a short bungalow, guarding the “abandoned garden.” Said to be a garden, in fact, only a few trees, branches are long outside the wall to go. Only the wrinkles of old people’s faces and a few rusty tracks testify to the vitality of the Children’s Palace before.