不知是因为许久未见爷爷,还是因为那辆更加久违的老爷车,当我心急火燎地下楼,一眼就看到他们时,柔软的内心仿佛被什么东西捏了一把,又酥又痒。我要赶时间,爷爷说:“一起走吧。”早晨七八点钟的阳光带来一线游丝般的温暖气息,头顶上飞过的鸟儿像一串音符打破秋日的寂静,某种失落的心情,想找又不知从哪儿找起。我与推着自行车的爷爷并肩走着,不知不觉中我已经比他高了。我时不时地看表,觉得时间紧促。爷爷提议:“要不要我骑车带你?”“不行,我已经很久没有坐自行车了。我会不会太重?自行车后座能带人吗?不行!”这样的念头只是从我的脑海中一闪而过,更多莫名其妙的情愫驱使 I do not know because for a long time no grandfather, or because of the more long-lost classic cars, when I am anxious to go downstairs, one at a glance to see them, the soft heart seems to be something pinched, crisp and itchy. I want to catch the time, my grandfather said: “The morning seven or eight o’clock sunshine brought a gossamer warm breath, overhead birds flying like a string of notes to break the silence of autumn, a Lost mood, looking for and do not know where to find. I walked side by side with my grandpa who pushed my bicycle, unknowingly I was taller than him. I watch the watch from time to time, I feel the time urgency. Grandfather suggested: ”“ ”“ No, I have not sat for a long time bike. I will not be too heavy? Bicycle back seat to bring people? No! ”The idea is just Flash from my mind, more inexplicable affection driven