清明时节雨纷纷,路上行人欲断魂。站在爷爷的墓前,我的眼泪不停地流,湿在脸上,却痛在心里。五年前的那一天,空气中弥漫着悲伤的气息,我讷讷地站在那儿,看着眼前的大人哭得撕心裂肺。我慢慢走向那张床,拉起爷爷的手,不肯放开,心中想着、念着,希望他能再睁开眼,然后轻轻抹去我的泪水,告诉我不要哭。可是,10秒、20秒过去了,爷爷依然不动,一瞬间,我觉得天都要塌了!小时候,爸妈工作忙,奶奶身体又不 Rainy season have rain, pedestrians on the road to break the soul. Standing grandfather’s tomb, my tears kept flowing, wet in the face, but pain in my heart. Five years ago that day, the air was filled with sad breath, I was standing there, looking at the eyes of adults crying pierced. I slowly toward the bed, pull up my grandfather’s hand, refused to let go, thinking, thinking, I hope he can open his eyes, and then gently wipe my tears, tell me not to cry. However, 10 seconds, 20 seconds have passed, my grandfather still does not move, for an instant, I think the sky collapsed! As a child, my parents work busy, my grandma body