病文呈现那一次,我乞求……吴慧敏爷爷仿佛是夜空中的启明星,仿佛是大海上的航灯,仿佛是神话中的观音佛祖,是我心头最重要的人。那一次,爷爷病得厉害。我拎着一篮水果,走进病房,纯白色的主色调,平静而安详,如同爷爷的神情一样。轻轻地,我将水果篮放在床头,侧坐在病床上,注视着爷爷布满皱纹的脸,带着岁月的印痕,黝黑,沧桑。脑海中又浮现出小时候爷爷背着我去麦田时的情景,那两张灿烂的笑脸真令别人羡慕。我多想,此刻爷爷能睁开他慈祥的双眼,对着我开心地笑,哪怕就一次…… The text presents that time, I begged ... ... Wu Huimin Grandpa seems to be the Venus in the night sky, as if the sea lights, as if the myth of the Buddha, is the most important person in my heart. That time, my grandfather was very ill. I was carrying a basket of fruit, into the ward, pure white main colors, calm and serene, as the grandpa’s look. Gently, I put the fruit basket on the bedside, sitting on the side of the bed, watching my grandfather wrinkled face, with years of imprint, dark, vicissitudes. My mind again emerged when my grandfather carrying me to the wheat field when the scene, that two bright smile really make others envy. I think, now grandpa can open his kind eyes, smiling happily at me, even once ...