In the corner of the room, have a few dated satchel, as time elapse, they accompanied me to spend good childhood life. Every time I see them, total meeting remembers the grandfather that helps my back satchel.
在房间的角落里，有几个陈旧的书包，随着时间的流逝，他们陪伴我度过了美好的童年生活。每当我看到它们，总会想起帮我背书包的爷爷。
When reading nursery school, classes are over every time, the grandfather always can look around, look about is worn my sign. School gate, I bear down on grandfather, had received the snacks in grandfather hand, throw satchel, tick off a shoulder to build a back with friends, the direction with homeward ground of a scamper about goes. Total meeting is in the grandfather to cry greatly after one's death: "Composition little baby, be careful bit, see a way! " chase quickly next come up. I every walk along a paragraph of metropolis to see a grandfather be chased after backward, if the grandfather goes slow, I can cry greatly backward: "Grandfather, you quickly ah! How to follow snail like. " the grandfather is forced to shake the small satchel that shakes me, run quickly.
读幼儿园时，每次放学，爷爷总会左顾右盼，四处寻找着我的踪影。校门一开，我便冲向爷爷，接过爷爷手中的零食，把书包一扔，就和朋友们勾肩搭背，一起蹦蹦跳跳地向家的方向走去。爷爷总会在身后大喊：“小宝贝，当心点儿，看路啊！”然后快速追赶上来。我每走一段都会向后看看爷爷追上来没有，如果爷爷走慢了，我就会向后大喊：“爷爷，你快点啊！怎么跟蜗牛似的。”爷爷只好抖抖我的小书包，快速跑上来。
Years is not resided, if season flows, now.. of swiftly of nether world of a few time dies. Before you can say Jack Robinson, on me 3 grade, satchel was weighed a lot of. Classes are over everyday, it is the grandfather will receive me as before, he still is await me to classes are over to school gate mouth early. School gate one, I bear down on grandfather, had received the milk in grandfather hand, hand him satchel. At this moment, the grandfather always can say: "Drink bit of milk more, have nutrition, filling calcium, drink slowly. " at this moment, I am met the direction with stride homeward ground goes, running to running to cry backward again: "Grandfather, go quickly, quickly ah! " the grandfather can bend a waist to carrying satchel on the back to run to me.
岁月不居，时节如流，几年光阴倏忽而逝。转眼间，我上三年级了，书包重了许多。每天放学，依旧是爷爷来接我，他仍旧是早早到校门口等待我放学。校门一开，我便冲向爷爷，接过爷爷手中的牛奶，把书包递给他。这时，爷爷总会说：“多喝点牛奶，有营养，补钙，慢慢喝。”这时，我就会大步流星地向家的方向走去，跑着跑着又向后喊：“爷爷，快点走，快点啊！”爷爷便会弯着腰背着书包向我跑来。
Bai Ju is too unoccupied place, shao Hua turns die. Casual, I read 5 year, satchel already became massiness a lot of, general like replete brick. Fast also back did not move the grandfather. I am visitting fellow students oneself are carrying satchel on the back, go on the highroad with grandma of father mother, grandfather, talking about go to school the fun that happen, can't help ashamed regret rises. "Bite bell bell " , classessed are over, the satchel that I am carrying massiness on the back bears down on grandfather, "Baby, be careful! " the grandfather cries to me. Stoop waist wants to had received my satchel. I saw the white hair of the furrow with the differ depth on grandfather forehead and full head however. My terrified lived, I am thinking all the time, the figure in my impression is big and tall and tall, directly shock black hair, how is the grandfather of erect back often gotten so fast! Days resembles is one does not have sound and merciless file, one knife ground goes to one knife the stroke on grandfather body. He let a grandfather age, decrescent. Myself carries good satchel on the back afresh, the hand that pulls a grandfather says: "Grandfather, I was brought up, I myself should carry satchel on the back. " I and grandfather go below the setting sun, bright Yu Hui is illuminated on our body, of warm complacently.
白驹过隙，韶华转逝。不经意间，我便读五年级了，书包已变得厚重许多，像装满砖头一般。爷爷也快背不动了。我望着同学们自己背着书包，同爸爸妈妈、爷爷奶奶走在大路上，谈论着上学发生的趣事，不由得愧疚起来。“叮铃铃”，放学了，我背着厚重的书包冲向爷爷，“宝贝，当心哦！”爷爷冲我喊道。弯下腰想要接过我的书包。我却看到了爷爷额头上深浅不一的皱纹与满头的白发。我怔住了，我一直在想，我印象中身材魁梧高大，一头浓密黑发，挺直腰杆的爷爷怎么老得这么快！时光就像是一把没有声音且无情的锉刀，一刀一刀地往爷爷身上划去。他让爷爷变老了，变小了。我自己重新背好书包，牵住爷爷的手说：“爷爷，我长大了，我要自己背书包。”我和爷爷走在夕阳下，灿烂的余晖照在我们身上，暖洋洋的。
But I am hated, hate days the file of this breathed callosity, it is very piquant, very let a person be fed up with. It always goes up toward grandfather body lay off those furrow that let me do not like, those arrive in vain cannot again white silver-colored silk, that turn gets the back like hill. I hate it, it is it becomes my dear grandfather such, but I cannot prevent him however, I can cherish every minutes of every second that stays together with the grandfather only.
但我恨，恨时光这把无声无情的锉刀，它很调皮，很让人讨厌。它总往爷爷身上划出那些让我不喜欢的皱纹，那些白到不能再白的银丝，那个弯得像小山一样的背。我恨它，是它把我亲爱的爷爷变成这样的，但我却阻止不了他，我只能珍惜和爷爷呆在一起的每分每秒。
After, I myself can carry satchel on the back, for company grandfather goes slowly!
以后，我会自己背书包，陪着爷爷慢慢走！(文/温雅然)