爷爷永远是我辽阔的港湾。记得从很久很久以前起,我的身边总是有爷爷的身影。爷爷提着我的小书包,一步一步引着我走向心中的教室,我握着爷爷的小指,蹒跚地踱着步子,脚下闪动的光影,是我心中的白鸽。每天回家的路是最短暂的。爷爷骑着不那么新的自行车,载着我,飞快地转过一个个愉快的角落,轻快的车轮在明悦的空气中划出了优美的弧线。 Grandpa is always my vast harbor. I remember that from a long time ago, my grandfather was always there. My grandfather took my schoolbag and led me to the classroom in my heart. I held Grandpa’s pinky finger and squatting on it. The light flashing under my feet was the pigeon in my heart. The way home every day is the shortest. The grandfather rode me with a not-so-new bike and quickly turned to a pleasant corner. The brisk wheels set a beautiful arc in the air of Mingyue.