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坐在从波尔图返回法兰克福的机场里,我同行的几个朋友去免税店看东西,我就留在候机室里看行李。正在漫无目的地观察着来来往往匆忙的旅人,眼前突然凑过来一个颤颤巍巍的身子。我抬起头,是一个头发花白的欧洲老太太,七八十岁的样子,脸上堆着皱纹,夹着老年斑。她拿着一张登机牌,手不由自主地颤抖,另一只手指着上面的信息,求助似的看着我。她的声音嘶哑沉闷,说着一口葡萄牙语,眼睛无神又无辜,嘴唇几乎哆哆嗦嗦,语音破碎,让人很难相信从她的喉咙里
Sitting in the airport returning from Frankfurt to Frankfurt, several of my friends from the same company went to the duty-free shop to see things, and I left in the lounge to see my luggage. Are watching aimlessly coming and going in the rush of travelers, suddenly come in front of a quivering body. I looked up, is a gray-haired European lady, seven or eight year-old look, wrinkled his face, with senile plaques. She took a boarding pass, his hand trembling involuntarily, the other hand pointing to the above information, help me look like. Her voice hoarse dull, spoke a Portuguese, eyes innocent, innocent lips, lips almost trembling, voice broken, it is hard to believe from her throat