这几年来,外公像一颗洋葱,一年剥落一层。我曾经熟悉的那个身体硬朗、笑容灿烂的外公已经不复存在了。外公去世前的几个月,由于疾病缠身,夜不能寐,需要妈妈和舅舅轮流照顾。那时的他,已经不能平躺下来了。他连吃饭的力气都没有,只是偶尔喝几口粥,而他喝的最多的,是水。最后一次看望他,和上一次已隔了几个月,他已经没有说话的力气了。我默默地望 In recent years, my grandfather like an onion, peeled off a year. The tough, gorgeous grandpa I used to know no longer exists. A few months before my grandfather died, due to disease-ridden, sleepless nights, mother and uncle take turns to take care of. At that time, he could no longer lie down. He did not even have the strength to eat, but occasionally drank a few porridge, while he drank most, water. The last time he visited him, and the last few months later, he has no say in the effort. I look silently