人生在奔三的道路上疾驰,回家乡常常有种穿越的感觉,仿佛在岁月中豁开了一道口子,躲了进去,瞧见了从前的时空。爷爷更老了一些,眼神愈加黯淡无光,几乎认不出我来,耳朵背,说什么他都听不清,打起喷嚏来声音很大,简直有点地动山摇。有一次他出门去附近转转,居然掉进了水沟里,幸亏被好心人拉了起来。他身上湿了一大半,带着湿哒哒的污泥沮丧地回了家,一遍又一遍地唠叨,糊里糊涂地也不知道怎么就掉沟里了,差一点摔死。 Life gallop on the road to Pentium, often returned home feeling a kind of crossing, as if in the years opened a hole, hid in, saw the time and space in the past. Grandfather older, dim look dimmer, almost can not recognize me, ears back, what he could not hear, sneeze to a loud voice, just a little moving. Once he went out to go around and actually fell into the ditch, thanks to be kind-hearted people pull up. He was mostly wet, wet with damp damp sludge back home, over and over nagging, muddleheaded do not know how to ditch, and almost fell to death.