儿时的秋千是爷爷做的。粗粗的麻绳,将一张木板悬挂起来,很简单却也很舒适,紧紧地“嵌”在一个很大的葡萄架里。只记得每年暑假奔去爷爷家的时候,那架秋千就在一串紫红的葡萄中悠游着,静待着,似乎特意地等待我的归来。我是打秋千的高手,坐在那木板上,两只小手紧紧地握着秋千两侧粗粗长长的麻绳,踮起脚 Grandpa made of childhood swing. Rough hemp rope, hanging a wooden board, very simple but also very comfortable, tightly “embedded ” in a large grapevine. Just remember every summer summer vacation to my grandfather's house when the swing on a bunch of purple grape in the leisurely swimming, waiting, seems deliberately waiting for my return. I am a master swinging, sitting on the board, two small hands tightly holding the swing on both sides of rough thick rope, kick up