琴弦不能一直紧绷在蛇皮上,再高远的鲲鹏也要整敛翼膀。我和哥哥走进一处花园,身边有很多老人缓缓而过,我们专门到这里来接他。拨通了那个一周一拨的号码,电话那头传来了浑浊的吴语:“在四楼看电影,现在下来了。”今天没有别的要紧事情,我们终于可以耐心地等他的脚步。大呼一声我的乳名——长廊那一头的,我的爷爷。因为中风,他的脚步也已经忘记了他青年时的如飞健步了,碎步小到拉长了长廊的距离。而他大笑,嘴巴都合不拢,皱纹都收不住,边走 Strings can not always be tight in the snakeskin, and then lofty Kunpeng but also the convergence of the wings. My brother and I walked into a garden, surrounded by many elderly people passing by, we specifically come here to pick him up. Dialed the number of a dial every week, the phone came the muddy Wu language: “watching movies on the fourth floor, now down.” Today no other important things, we can finally wait patiently for his footsteps . Shouting my name - the promenade, my grandpa. Because of the stroke, his footsteps also have forgotten that he was flying as a youth, walking small enough to extend the distance of the promenade. And he laughed, his mouth together, wrinkles are not holding, while walking