“长高了,又长高了!”每次我回到爷爷家,看到白墙上那一条条有点儿模糊的黑色细线,心里总有种说不出的情愫……每年春节,我都会回老家看望爷爷。六岁那年,爷爷笑呵呵地走过来,轻轻地把我拉到墙边。咦,他这是要干什么呢?只见爷爷拿着一把卷尺、一支笔,左手在我头顶上一比划,右手拿着笔,“唰”地画了一条又黑又细的长线。然后俯下身,用卷尺一量,脸上顿时乐开了 Every time I go back to my grandfather's house and see a little fuzzy black thin line on the white wall, my heart is always kind of unspeakable ... Every Spring Festival , I will return home to visit my grandfather. Six years old, my grandfather came smiling, gently pulling me to the wall. Why did he do this? I saw Grandpa holding a tape measure, a pen, his left hand gestures on top of me, his right hand holding a pen, “唰” and drew a dark and thin long line. Then bent over, with a tape measure, his face suddenly opened