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my grandfather is over sixty now,but he is in good health,and his hair is still black. he is tall and handsome,and looks like a gentleman.he is very kind to me.believe it or not,he began to learn to drive last year,and now he drives his white nissan every day.
my grandfather has taught english for about 35 years, and he has been to many countries, such as america, france and canada. now he is on holiday in europe with my grandmother.
我爷爷现在六十多岁了，但身体很好，头发还是黑的。他又高又帅，看起来像个绅士。他对我很好。信不信由你，他去年开始学开车，现在每天都开着他的白色尼桑车。 我的祖父教了大约35年的`英语，他去过很多国家，如美国、法国和加拿大。现在他正和我奶奶在欧洲度假。
i have a nice grandfather. he is eighty years old. although he is eighty years old, his body is still in good condition. he likes to listen to beijing opera. he often goes to do exercise, so many people ask him about opera. he has a nice wife that is my grandmother. grandfather is a good husband, and also is my good grandfather. his favorite color is red, because he thinks red stands for joyousness. i love my grandfather forever.
我有一个好爷爷，他八十岁了。虽然他已经八十岁了，但是他的身体很好。他喜欢听京剧，他经常去锻炼，所以很多人会去问他些这方面的东西。他有一个好妻子，就是我的奶奶。他是个好丈夫，也是我的好爷爷。他最喜欢的颜色是红色，因为他觉得红色代表喜庆。我永远爱我的.爷爷。
he always rose early to enjoy at least two hours of solitude in the house and garden before the rest of the family came down in winter he spent most of the time reading and writing. in sum mer he liked to get out of doors to work in the kitchen garden or to take the dog for a walk in the neighbouring woods and fields whatever the weather, there was plenty to occupy him.
although he was a creature of habit, there seemed to be an infinite variety in his pursuits. he wrote book reviews regularly for two of the national weeklies. he worked conscientiously his special subject, indian history, and was thus one of the world authorities on it;
he collected modern abstract paintings and so had a circle of friends amongst artists and sculptors; there was hardly anything he did not know about traditional jazz and he often entertained both british and america n jazz musicians he was a superb cook and knew a lot about french and german food.
his family adored him and in a sense he was spoiled by them. at first glance you would have taken him for a retired army officer-his bearing was erect, his hair was cut short, he was fussy about his clothes, which were always neat, clean and conventional. he liked to keep fit, and this was reflected in his clear, steady blue eyes and healthy suntanned complexion. he hardly ever watched tv, but enjoyed a good film and an occasional evening at the theatre.
我有一个慈祥疼我的爷爷，每次放假最盼望的就是见到他，他很风趣，有时给我讲以前他的.光辉事迹，而我也听得津津有味。
i have a kind grandfather who loves me. he is very interesting. sometimes he tells me his glorious deeds before, and i also enjoy them.
记忆中，他总是会给我买好吃的，给我买新衣服，现在，我仍认为它们很漂亮。
in my memory, he always bought me delicious food and new clothes. now, i still think they are beautiful.
爷爷是一个退休干部，他照顾奶奶，家里的家务活全都是他包的，他做饭特别好吃，每次我都会吃好多，尤其是那烙的贴包更是一绝，每次看他辛苦我总是特别心疼，想帮点什么，但他从来不让我帮忙，生怕我累着，唯一一点，就是他不太会给我绑头发吧！因为他老是专门找人给我扎。
grandpa is a retired cadre. he takes care of his grandma. he does all the housework at home. he cooks very delicious food. every time i eat a lot, especially the branded stickers. every time i look at his hard work, i always feel very sad and want to help him. but he never let me help him. i'm afraid that i'm tired. the only thing is that he doesn't tie my hair very well. because he's always looking for someone to stab me.
我的爷爷，我爱你。
my grandfather, i love you.
棋有棋迷，戏有戏迷，我的爷爷迷的是花，是一个地地道道、不折不扣的花迷。
there are chess fans, drama fans, and my grandfather's fans are flowers. he is a true and true flower fan.
我真不明白，平时他舍不得穿、舍不得吃、舍不得浪费一度电、一滴水，怎么一养起花来，就想把这些都忘了，爷爷为了得到奇花名花，他走南闯北地买花种。
i really don't understand. usually he is reluctant to wear, eat, or waste one degree of electricity or a drop of water. when he raises flowers, he wants to forget all these things. in order to get the famous flowers, grandpa traveled all over the country to buy flowers.
我还记得有一次，我正在做甜甜的美梦，忽然耳边传来爷爷的声音：“苗竹，快起来，昙花开了。”我迷迷糊糊地来到桌前。果然，一朵不大不小的昙花真在开放。再看看爷爷，一边手足舞蹈，一边不停地说：“昙花一现，真难得看见。”
i still remember one time when i was having a sweet dream. suddenly, my grandfather's voice came to my ear: "miao zhu, get up quickly. the epiphyllum is blooming." i came to the table in a daze. sure enough, a small epiphyllum is really opening. look at grandpa again. he danced hand and foot and kept saying, "it's a flash in the pan. it's hard to see it."
后来我才知道，爷爷为了观察到昙花的开放一整夜都没睡。奇怪的是，爷爷还这么有精神，我问爷爷：“您怎么把昙花养的这么好？”爷爷说：“如果要做好一件事，就必须付出很大的代价。”我懂了，不付出怎么会有回报。
later i learned that grandpa didn't sleep all night to see the epiphyllum bloom. strangely, grandpa is still so energetic. i asked grandpa, "how do you raise epiphyllum so well?" grandpa said, "if you want to do a good job, you have to pay a great price." i've learned how it pays off if you don't pay.
爷爷的话在我的.人生道路上印上了深深的烙印。
grandpa's words are deeply imprinted on my life path.
when memory began for me, my grandfather was past sixty-a great tall man with thick hair becoming gray. he had black eyes and a straight nose which ended in a slightly flattened tip. once he explained seriously to me that he got that flattened tip as a small child when he fell down and stepped on his nose.
the little marks of laughter at the corners of his eyes were the prodnct of a kindly and humorous nature. the years of work which had bent his shoulders had never dulled his humour nor his love of a joke.
everywhere he went, "gramp" made friends easily. at the end of half an hour you felt you had known him all your life. i soon learned that he hated to give orders , but that when he had to, he tried to make his orders sound like suggestions.
one july morning, as he was leaving to go to the cornfield, he said : "edwin, you can pick up the potatoes in the field today if you want to do that. " then he drove away with his horses.
the day passed, and i did not have any desire to pick up potatoes. evening came and the potatoes were still in the field. gramp, dusty and tired, led the horses to get their drink.
"how many bags of potatoes were there?" gramp inquired. "i don't know. "
"how many potatoes did you pick up?"
"i didn't pick any. " "not any! why not?"
"you said i could pick, them up if i wanted to. you didn't say i had to. "
in the next few minutes i learned a lesson i would not forget: when gramp said i could if i wanted to, he meant that i should want to.
gram hated cruelty and injustice. the injustices of history, even those of a thousand years before, angered her as much as the injustices of her own day.
she also had a deep love of beauty. when she was almost seventy-five, and had gone to live with one of her daughters, she spent a delightful morning washing dishes because, as she said, the beautiful patterns on the dishes gave her pleasure. the bird, the flowers, the clouds-all that was beautiful around her- pleased her. she was like the father of the french painter, millet, who used to gather grass and show it to his son , saying , "see how beautif ul this is ! "
in a pioneer society it is the harder qualities of mind and character that are of value. the softer virtues are considered unnecessary. men and women struggling daily to earn a living are unable, even for a moment, to forget the business of preserving their lives. only unusual people, like my grandparents, manage to keep the softer qualities in a world of daily struggle.
such were the two people with whom i spent the months from june to september in the wonderful days of summer and youth.
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