一个秋天的夜晚,我和爷爷坐在院子里的石桌边赏月。爷爷弯下腰倒酒,也许是倒得太猛,酒溢出来了。爷爷闻了闻,说:“好酒!好酒!”我疑惑地问:“酒比牛奶好喝吗?”爷爷说:“酒是神药,不开心时来一点,开心时来一点。唐代的大诗人李白就是喝完酒才写出诗的呢!哈哈!”我听完高兴极了:“如果我喝了‘神药’,不就可以变成天才了?”趁爷爷回屋拿水果,我端起酒杯,仰头喝下。“啊,好辣!这就是神仙的感觉了吗?” An autumn night, my grandfather sat on the stone table in the yard and admire the moon. Grandpa bent down to pour wine, may be too fierce, overflowing wine. Grandpa smell the smell, said: “good wine! Good wine!” I asked puzzled: “Grandma said: ” wine is the god medicine, unhappy when a little happy Time comes. The Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai is drinking wine to write poetry it! Ha ha! “” I heard very happy: “If I drank the” magic pill, “can not become a genius ? ”“ Grandpa back to the house to take fruit, I took the glass, looked up and drank. ”Ah, so hot! Is this the feeling of god?"