春日的傍晚,走在下班路上。在花香轻拂的微风中,眼前浮现出爷爷的小屋,我的童年就在里面。在我童年的记忆里,爷爷特别喜欢我,常抽出时间给我讲故事。从“三味书屋”到牛郎织女的传说,娓娓道来,让我听得入了迷。在一个个静谧的夜晚,晚风中,星光之下,我的心插上想象的翅膀,在蓝天上飞呀飞……我的童年五彩缤纷,那是爷爷带给我的。后来爷爷生了重病,只能坐在轮椅上了。我难过得哭了。爷爷却很乐观,反过来安慰我,说,人生短暂,活着就是幸福的。要珍惜每一天的光阴, Spring evening, walking on the way to get off work. In the breeze of the breeze, my grandfather’s cabin appeared in front of my childhood. In my childhood memory, my grandfather especially liked me and often took the time to tell me a story. From “Samuume Bookstore ” to the legend of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, his right, let me hear a fan. In a quiet night, the breeze, under the stars, my heart plugged in the wings of imagination, flying in the blue sky! My childhood colorful, that is my grandfather brought me. Later, Grandpa was seriously ill and could only sit in a wheelchair. I’m sad to cry. Grandpa is very optimistic, in turn, comforted me, saying that life is short, living is happiness. To cherish the time of day,