我家的一件珍品

每个家庭应该都有一些值得纪念的东西，我家也不例外，当然那并不是什么金银珠宝，而是爷爷留下来的一个烟筒。在别人眼里那也许算不了什么，而在我家，却把当宝贝一样珍藏。

Every family should have something to remember, my family is no exception, of course, it is not gold and silver jewelry, but grandpa left a cigarette. In other people's eyes that may not be much, but in my home, but as treasure.

每当我看见烟筒，就会想起爷爷。爸爸跟我说过爷爷的故事，我铭记在心。爷爷生前是个农民，那时还没有解放，正在打内战，国民党逃窜到村里，抓走了爷爷，被逼着为国民党卖命。可爷爷死活不愿意，终于有一天他趁着坐火车，跳下火车逃离了国民党的魔爪，并参加了解放军。

Whenever I see a pipe, I think of Grandpa. Dad told me the story of Grandpa. I remember it. Grandpa was a farmer before his death. He was still fighting a civil war. The Kuomintang fled to the village, seized grandpa and was forced to work for the Kuomintang. But grandpa didn't want to live or die. One day, he jumped off the train and escaped from the Kuomintang and joined the PLA.

爷爷曾担任过南昌粮食局警卫排排长，有一天，他们把粮食运输到指定的地点，他边走边抽烟，突然发现前面有敌人，爷爷立即爬树观察敌人的动向，一不小心被敌人的子弹打穿了手，从树上掉了下来。当时队员们动摇了，准备弃粮逃跑，可爷爷坚决不同意，与敌人开始周旋，并顺利逃了出来，光荣完成了任务。从那以后，爷爷的手背上留下一个伤痕，他没事时总看看手背，抽抽烟，烟筒伴随着他直到解放。

My grandfather once served as the platoon leader of Nanchang Grain Bureau. One day, they transported the grain to the designated place. As he walked, he smoked, and suddenly found that there was an enemy in front of him. My grandfather immediately climbed the tree to observe the enemy's movement. He was accidentally hit by the enemy's bullet and fell from the tree. At that time, the team members wavered and were ready to abandon their food to escape, but grandpa firmly disagreed, and began to fight with the enemy, and escaped smoothly, and completed the task with honor. Since then, grandpa left a scar on the back of his hand. When he was free, he always looked at the back of his hand, smoked cigarettes, and the chimney accompanied him until liberation.