窗外夜色漆黑如墨,室内几支红亮的烛火在风中摇曳,吟味着陈年岁月。再过几天,就是爷爷您70岁生日。爷爷,您在天国可安好?爷爷,您在我出生的前一年便离开了人世,您的音容笑貌、人生经历,我是从奶奶、父亲的讲述中获知的。我印象最深的是,每每谈起您,奶奶嘴角不由自主地往上翘,眉宇间溢满了思念和幸福;父亲更显敬佩之情,眉飞色 Black out of the window as dark as ink, a few red bright indoor candlelight swaying in the wind, Yin years of aging. A few days later, my grandfather is your 70th birthday. Grandpa, you can be good in heaven? Grandpa, you died a year before my birth, your voice and face, life experience, I learned from my grandmother, his father’s story. My deepest impression is that, whenever I talk about you, my grandmother mouth involuntarily upturned, brow filled overflowing thoughts and happiness; father is more admiration, eyebrows