说起姥爷,我总会想起小时候,我坐在姥爷自行车前梁上,哥哥站在自行车后座上,跟姥爷一起去公园的场景。姥爷烟瘾很大,骑自行车的时候嘴上也叼着烟,害得我常常缩头缩脑的,像一只鸡崽儿一般往他衣服里躲。我时常担心有一截烟灰会忽然落在我头上,烫到我。还好那种情况从没出现过,姥爷作为老烟民,已经有了出神入化的掌控能力。最令我伤神的是有一回,姥爷载我和哥哥去逛的路上,哥哥看见了一个小女孩儿,很自豪地说:“姥爷,你看,那是我同学。”过了一会儿,我也看见了一个小男孩,跟姥爷说那是我同学。姥爷竟报以疯狂的哈哈大 Speaking grandpa, I always think of a child, I sat on the beam in front of my grandfather bike, my brother stood in the back seat of a bike, with my grandfather to the park scene. My grandpa has a lot of addicts, and when I ride my bike, my mouth has a cigarette in my mouth, which often leads to my head shrinking like a chicken. I often worry that a soot will suddenly fall on my head, hot to me. Fortunately, that kind of situation has never happened before, grandpa as an old smoker, already has the superb ability to control. Most hurt me is that one time, my grandfather carrying brother and I walked the road, my brother saw a little girl, is proud to say: “Grandpa, you see, it is my classmate.” "After a while, I Also saw a little boy, said to my grandpa that my classmate. Grandpa actually reported crazy ha ha big