告别分两种,有的是会再见的,有的却是永别。每次,我与奶奶告别,总认为,我们都是要再见的。1这十几年来,奶奶像一个洋葱,一年剥落一层。我曾经熟悉而又亲切的奶奶,那从小把我抱在怀里走上楼梯的奶奶,那睡觉时帮我折捻棉被的奶奶,那牵着我的手细细碎碎走在洒满阳光的街道上的奶奶,用了这么多年的时间,向我们告别。我又是如何抱着侥幸的心态,一次一次告别她的呢?我读初中时,奶奶的身体虽有微恙,总体还是很好的。她神志清醒,手脚也算麻利。只不过,那肩膀处的僵 Farewell divided into two kinds, some will be goodbye, while others are farewell. Every time, I say goodbye to my grandmother, always think we are all goodbye. For more than a decade, my grandmother has been like an onion, peeled off for a year. I used to be familiar and cordial grandmother, grandmother that took me to the top of my arms and climbed the stairs when I was young, and took my hand and twisted my comforter with my quilt, and took my hand and walked in the sunshine Grandma on the street, spent so many years, bid farewell to us. How do I hold luck again, time and time again to bid farewell to her? I read junior high school, although my grandma’s body ailments, the overall is still very good. Her conscious, hands and feet are considered deft. However, that stiff shoulder