我家的东院隔壁,住着一个名叫曾援朝的独身老爷爷。曾爷爷高高的个子,宽宽的肩头,稍有些驼背,右边跛脚。不知怎么回事,他身上总是背着一个绿色军用水壶,走起路来,微微躬身,随着脚步的一颠一颤,水壶也晃来晃去。听爸爸讲,曾爷爷年轻时并不跛脚,20岁参加抗美援朝,在一次战斗中不幸负伤,留下了终身残疾。 Next door to my hospital, there lived a single grandfather named Zhaoyuan. Grandfather had tall, broad shoulders, a bit humpback, the right lame. Somehow, he was always carrying a green military kettle, walking, bending slightly, as the pace of a British flutter, the kettle dangling. Listen to my father said that Grandpa was not lame when young, 20-year-old to participate in the Korean War, unfortunate wounded in a battle, leaving a life-long disability.