时间飞逝,光阴如流水,爷爷脸上的皱纹也一道道的布满了额头,两鬓也被白霜染白了,但他的眼睛永远对我流露着慈爱的目光。永远笑容可掬的是他原来也有烦恼。说起“烦恼”来,可还真不少。他最担心的是,再过“N”多年以后恐怕就没有人知道什么是老北京的豆汁了,现在每个月只有一次才能带爷爷到鼓楼的小吃店里能喝到那“酸酸臭臭”的北京豆汁,只要爷 Time flies, time flies, grandfather's wrinkles are also covered with forehead, two 鬓 also white dyed cream, but his eyes always show me a loving eyes. Always smiling is that he had trouble. Speaking of “troubles”, but also a lot of really. He is most worried about is that after “N” many years later, I am afraid no one knows what is the old Beijing bean juice, and now only once a month to bring grandfather to the Drum Tower snack bar to drink that “sour smelly ”Beijing bean juice, as long as the Lord