清晨,睁开双眼,我首先看到的是有些昏暗的天花板,再然后,便听到那阵厚重的脚步声。我知道,那一定是姥爷在客厅踱步的声音,他有早起的习惯。于是我把头埋进被子,再睡,脚步声由远到近,由近到远,像一首怎么也唱不完的歌。起床时,已是九点。脚步声原先在厨房里,清晨,睁开双的天花板,再然后知道那一定是姥 In the early morning, with my eyes wide open, the first thing I saw was some dim ceiling. Then I heard the heavy footsteps. I know that it must be the voice of my grandpa walking in the living room, he has got up early habits. So I buried my head into the quilt, and then sleep, footsteps from far to near, from near to far, like a song how can not sing. It is nine o’clock when I get up. Footsteps were originally in the kitchen, early morning, opened the double ceiling, and then know that it must be basking