“嘀嗒!”细小的秒针不紧不慢地走在属于它的轨道上。我仿佛看见时光老人迈着缓慢而沉重的步伐,一步一步挪动着。“嘀嗒!嘀嗒!”每一个被这个声音催促着的早晨,当露水还蜷缩在叶尖的时候,爷爷都会带着慈祥的笑容轻轻地唤醒沉醉于梦乡的我,为我带来那最温暖的甜。“丫头,给你,柠檬味。”他温暖而又粗糙的手掌中躺着一根橙色包装的棒棒糖。小小的我伸手接过,心满意足地笑着。这时,他又变魔术似的掏出一个小小的表:“哝, ”Bang!“ The tiny second hand is walking slowly on its own track. I seem to see the old man stepping slowly and heavyly step by step. ”Er!!!!“ Every morning in the voice’s urging, when the dew still curls up at the tip of the leaf, Grandpa gently wakes me with a kind smile and wakes me up in sleep, brings me that The warmest sweetness. ”Thumb it, give it to you, lemon.“ His warm and rough palm lay an orange-wrapped lollipop. I took it with a small hand and smiled contentedly. At this time, he magically pulled out a small watch: ”Hey,