流光容易把人抛,红了樱桃,绿了芭蕉。——题记又是一年风起时,灿烂的桃花喧嚣了那树,也染红了我记忆中的那人,那老屋。如今树和老屋依旧,而穿梭在其中的人——爷爷却早已乘着那一树的花香去了。记忆中,爷爷总爱坐在摇椅上,品着茶,吧嗒着烟袋,眯着眼,看远方的太阳。他说太阳就像毛主席,温暖而又可敬。听父亲说,爷爷很小时就参了军,所以对毛主席有着特殊的情结。我还记得,老屋的门被岁月辗过,早已斑驳不堪。父亲屡次要求翻新,爷爷总会说:“人老了,住着这屋子已习惯了,老骨头也折腾 Streamer easily throwing people, red cherry, green banana. - Inscription is a year when the wind, the brilliant peach noise of the tree, also dyed the man in my memory, that old house. Now the tree and the old house are still the same, and the people who shuttle in there - Grandpa has long been riding the floral bouquet of that tree. In my memory, my grandfather always loves to sit in a rocking chair with a cup of tea, a cigarette butt, a squinting eye and a distant sun. He said the sun is like Chairman Mao, warm and respectable. Listen to my father said that Grandpa joined the army when he was an hour, so Chairman Mao has a special complex. I still remember that the door of the old house was worn over the years and had been mottled. Father repeatedly asked for renovation, my grandfather always said: ”people are old, living in this room has become accustomed to, the old bones also toss