那个初冬的中午,馨儿终于迟疑着靠近老人。每天中午下班,馨儿都习惯先到单位楼下的公园转转再去食堂吃饭。馨儿害怕拥挤的人流。馨儿注意到一个老人。老人在小桥旁边的石凳边徘徊,手上拿着香烟。有时,老人坐在石凳上看报。老人一言不发,眉头深锁。老人是孤身一人,还是有什么心事?馨儿情愿相信老人只是像她一样采摘诗意。这是春天。老人似乎听不见鸟鸣,也听不见芬芳,春天在他眉梢慢慢聚集,又被他手上的香烟轻 That early winter noon, Xin Er finally hesitated close to the elderly. Noon work every day, Xin Er are used to go downstairs in the park first unit go to the canteen to eat. Xin Er afraid of crowded people. Xin child noticed an old man. The old man hovered near the stone bench at the bridge, holding a cigarette in his hand. Occasionally, the elderly sat reading a newspaper on a stone bench. The elderly silent, brows locked. Is the elderly alone, or what mind? Xin Er willing to believe that the elderly just like her picking poetry. This is spring. The elderly seem to hear the birdsong, also can not hear the fragrance, the spring slowly gathered in his brow, but also the light of the cigarette on his hand