“爷爷,我的《唐诗三百首》呢?”放学了还没到家,声音就早已破门而入了。可进去了,一点动静也没有,爷爷正拿着《三国演义》在老爷椅上认真地看着,还不停地比划着什么,好像他自己也融入书中了。还未得到书香补养的我,大叫起来,爷爷这才醒悟过来,依依不舍地离开了老爷椅,还有那带 “Grandpa, what about my 300 poems of Tang poetry?” When the school hadn’t arrived home, the voice had already broken into the door. Got in, there was no movement. Grandpa was watching the Romance of the Three Kingdoms seriously and watched it in a row. He kept marking things, as if he had also incorporated himself. I haven’t received any scholarly nourishment and yelled. Grandpa wakes up and leaves the old chair reluctantly.