一想起爷爷身上那浓浓的烟草味,就仿佛他还在我身边。在外人看来,爷爷是个大老粗,而在我看来,爷爷是亲人中最温和、最细心的人。我小时候特别淘气,爱哭,但不知怎么的,一到街上,我就安静下来了。为此,抱着我上街,就成了爷爷的活计。夏天的夜晚,一家人在空调屋里凉快,我偏偏要到外面玩,不然就一直哭闹。爷爷不忍心让我哭闹,便会拿上扇子,抱着我上街,一边走一边扇扇子,嘴里还念叨:“遥遥,又想去街上了。 When I think of the thick tobacco smell on my grandfather, I feel as if he was still with me. In the eyes of outsiders, my grandfather is an old man, and in my opinion, my grandfather is the most gentle and most attentive person in my family. When I was young, I was particularly naughty, crying, but somehow, on the street, I was quiet. To this end, holding me on the street, it became grandpa’s live. Summer night, the family cool in the air-conditioned room, I had to go outside to play, or have been crying. Grandpa did not have the heart to let me cry, it will take the fan, holding me on the street, walking fan, mouth also read: ”far away, want to go to the street.