一张脸,熟悉而又陌生的脸。近在咫尺,却无法触碰。周围飘起了浓雾,越来越浓,他似乎在雾中离我越来越远,像是被人拉着飞向远方。一会儿,他停了下来,他沧桑的面庞变得满是皱纹,在浓雾之中若隐若现,让我觉得眨眼工夫他就会消失。我似乎明白了什么,张开大嘴呼喊着,焦急地伸出手想要紧紧抓住他。“不要走!我还要听故事呀!爷爷……” A face, familiar and unfamiliar face. Close at hand, but can not touch. Piled around the thick fog, more and more concentrated, he seemed to farther and farther away from me in the fog, like being dragged to the distance. For a moment, he stopped and his vicious face became full of wrinkles, looming in the dense fog, making me feel like he would disappear in a blink of an eye. I seem to understand what, open mouth shout, anxiously reach out and want to hold him tight. “Do not go! I have to listen to the story! Grandpa ... ”