两三张自制的木椅,一方低矮的木桌,几个头发花白的老人,再加上一道苍老却挺拔的身影,这便构成了我印象中楼顶上永恒的风景。爷爷是最爱站在楼顶上的。每到饭点或有事需要找到爷爷时,若不见爷爷的身影,奶奶便会抱怨,“这老头子,准是又上了楼顶了。”然后便牵着我的小手,带着我来到了楼顶上。果然在楼顶上寻见了爷爷。金黄的阳光洒落在爷爷的发角,那时的爷爷,神情肃穆又带着点哀伤,双目中泪花涌动,近乎呆滞地 Two or three homemade wooden chairs, a low wooden table, a few gray-haired elderly, coupled with an old but upright figure, which constitutes my impression of the eternal scenery on the roof. Grandpa is the favorite standing on the roof. Whenever I need to find a meal or grandfather, if I do not see my grandfather’s figure, my grandma will complain. “This old man is supposed to be on the roof again.” Then I took my little hand and took me To the roof. Sure enough, I found the grandfather on the roof. Golden sunshine splashed on the grandfather’s hair angle, when the grandfather, looked solemn and sad with tears in his eyes surging, almost dull