每天早晨六点,我家楼下都会准时传来扫帚划过地面的“沙沙”声,一年365天,从未间断,每天比我的闹钟还要准时。这刺耳的声音的主人就是住在一楼的“倔老头”——陈爷爷。一件洗得发白的蓝衬衫,加上一条熨得平平整整的裤子,这再简单不过的搭配,就是陈爷爷平常的穿着。虽然衣服看上去有些旧,但是干干净净,整个人精神抖擞。年过古稀的他,头发早已失去了年轻时的光泽,但是被打理得井井有条,像一根根钢针似的“立”在头上。一双炯炯有神的大眼睛坚定地望向远方,目光里却满是慈祥,整天都笑眯眯的,给人一种与生俱 Every morning at 6 o’clock in the morning, my family heard a broomstick squeaking across the ground on time. There was a steady stream of 365 words a year, 365 days a year, a day off from my alarm clock. The harsh voice of the owner is living on the first floor “stubborn old man ” - Grandpa Chan. A blush washed blue shirt, coupled with an ironed flat pants, which is simple enough, but is the usual dress of Grandpa Chen. Although the clothes look a bit old, but clean, the whole person full of energy. Years old and seventy, his hair has long lost the luster of a young man, but was managed in good order, like a root needle-like “legislation ” in his head. A pair of piercing big eyes firmly look into the distance, eyes full of kind, all day smiling, give birth to a kind of birthplace