每一次,当我的眼前浮现起那些曾经令我非常熟悉,现在却时而清晰、时而模糊的面孔——我的爷爷、姥爷时,依然有那种凄楚而又温暖的感觉。尽管两位老人已经离世多年,但一种叫做思念的东西却根植在我心底。思念根植在我的眼中,流淌出 Every time, when my eyes emerge from those once familiar to me, but now clear and sometimes blurred face - my grandfather, grandpa, there is still kind of sad and warm feeling. Although the two old men have passed away for many years, something called miss is rooted in my heart. Miss rooted in my eyes, flowing out