那天,我突发奇想,想为我的爷爷画一张像。要想画好我的爷爷,必须首先画出他的沧桑。你看他的手,由于多年的操劳,手背粗糙得像老树皮,裂出了一道道口子,手心上磨出了几个厚厚的老茧。流水般的岁月无情地在他那黑色的脸上刻下了一道道深深的皱纹,他曾经乌黑乌黑的头发和山羊胡子也变成了灰白色,只有那双眼睛依旧是那么有神,尽 That day, I whim, want to draw a picture for my grandpa. To paint my grandfather, we must first draw his vicissitudes. You see his hand, as a result of years of hard work, as rough as the back of the old bark, cracked a hole in the heart of a few thick calluses. Watery years mercilessly carved a deep wrinkle in his black face, his dark, black hair and goatee had become pale, only those eyes are still so god, do