又一个清明将至,窗外雨声沥沥,雨丝细细,犹如那剪不断的情思,飘散在天地之间纪念着那永恒的瞬间。我的爷爷患病多年,自我有记忆起,他就是一个坐在轮椅上的人,头脑也时而清醒时而糊涂,有时还会一个人“咿咿呀呀”地喊着一些不着边际的胡话。所以,爷爷的家,我大多时候是不愿意去的。我也一直很同情奶奶,同情她不知在这样的艰难岁 Another Qingming approaching, the rain outside the window drain, rain silk thin, as if that cut the constant emotions, floating in the world to commemorate the eternal moment. My grandfather has been sick for many years. From his own memory, he is a man in a wheelchair. His mind is often confused and sometimes confused. Sometimes, he shouts some nonsense nonsense nonsense. So, my grandfather’s home, I mostly do not want to go. I have also been very sympathetic to my grandmother, sympathetic she did not know such a difficult age