外公去世了,我却没能在外公弥留之际最后再看他一眼。他住院期间,我曾匆匆探望过他一次。他安静地躺在病床上,手臂枯瘦得像一根折断的残枝,口中接上了呼吸机。对他而言,每一次呼吸,无疑都是对肉体的一种折磨。外公双眼紧闭,不能言语,可泪却止不住地流,泪水常打湿的地方成了久久不能干的水印。临走前,我说:“您要坚持住,有时间,我会回来看您。”这成了我对他说的最后一句话。而当我走时,他那两行泪,成了我一生的念想。外婆只来过外公灵堂几次。她似乎还像个读中学的少女,只是花白了头发。来到外公灵柩前,外婆轻轻挥了挥 My grandfather passed away, but I did not finally look at him again when my grandfather left me. During his hospital stay, I visited him once in a hurry. He was lying quietly in his bed, his arms thin as a broken stump, with a breathing machine in his mouth. For him, every breath is undoubtedly a torture of the flesh. My grandfather eyes closed, can not speak, but tears can not stop flowing, tears often wet place has become a long time can not do watermark. Before leaving, I said: “You have to hold on, there is time, I will come back to see you. ” This became my last word to him. When I left, his two lines of tears became my dream of life. Grandma has only been to the foreign court several times. She also seems like a girl reading secondary school, just gray hair. Before she came to the Grandpa, her grandma waved gently