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2005年8月31日,我19岁生日的前夜,竟是我19年来最痛最疼的日子。那一天,我最敬爱的爷爷永远离开了我。小时候,我一直住在爷爷的家里,爷爷那时将近花甲,是著名的作家,单位的领导和一份有名的杂志的主编,事务非常繁忙。但是每至周末,爷爷总是会和奶奶一起到幼儿园来接我,再牵着我的手走回家。一路上,我总是不停的和爷爷叽哩呱啦。虽然我已不记得那时爷爷和我说了些什么,但爷爷牵着我的小手边走边说的画面,很清晰停在我的记忆中。我现在还能够感觉得到我的爷爷那双手的温暖。那时候,老师每周都会发给我小红花作为表扬奖励,爷爷还因
On August 31, 2005, the eve of my 19th birthday was actually the most painful and painful day in 19 years. That day, my dearest grandpa left me forever. When I was young, I lived in my grandfather’s house, my grandfather was near the time, is a famous writer, unit leader and a famous magazine editor, the business is very busy. But every weekend, grandpa always go to kindergarten with my grandmother to pick me up and take my hand and go home. Along the way, I always stop and grandpa jingle miles. Although I can not remember what Grandpa said to me at that time, my grandfather took my little hand and said while walking and clearly stopped in my memory. I can still feel the warmth of my grandpa’s hands now. At that time, the teacher gave me a small red flower every week as a reward, grandpa also because of