| 英文摘要 |
When I think about my grandpa being young, my head starts to hurt. To me, he had always been the elderly man who, with all his wisdom, taught me Chinese Chess, ate tart orange papayas, and called my brother and me xiao jia huo, little fellows. I was aware that his life was far more vigorous and extensive, but to me it just didn’t seem real; I couldn’t associate the unbelievable stories that I heard with the man who went on sunrise walks and took us to dine at expensive places. I couldn’t comprehend the depth, veracity, and reality of his life until I watched a slideshow depicting it, the one made for his funeral. |
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