回家见到姥爷的时候,他已经不认得我了。自小在姥姥家长大,姥爷是我心中最早的一个对知识分子形象的诠释,无论是从他的书法当中还是日常的谈吐里,都能体现他的涵养和知识分子特有的温润。而现在,他微张着嘴仰躺在床上,眼里无神又混浊,伴随着艰难的呼吸发出“嗬、嗬”的声音,所有人都为他揪心,转过身去抹眼泪。而这一幕无疑凝成一个画面,无论时隔多久都不会忘记。记得小时候在姥姥家翻相册,有一张姥爷工作时的照片,白色的衬衫外穿一件褐色 When he came home to see Grandpa, he did not recognize me anymore. I grew up as a grandmother. My grandpa was the earliest interpretation of the image of intellectuals in my heart. From his calligraphy and everyday conversation, his grandfather can reflect his conservation and the unique warmth of the intellectuals. And now, with his mouth tilted up in bed, his eyes innocent and muddy, with a hard breath his voice, “嗬, 嗬”, everyone worried about him and turned to wipe away tears. This scene is undoubtedly condensed into a picture, no matter how long will not forget. I remember when I was in the grandma’s album, there was a picture of my grandfather working, a white shirt wearing a brown