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有一个画面已经离我很远很远,但它常常悄然而至,静静地拨动着我的心弦。路边,一个规模不大的水果摊旁坐着一位衣着朴素的老人。一个大约四五岁的小女孩趴在老人的一条腿上。旁边是一个破旧的皮包,是我小时候乡下人常用的那种料子。这幅看似平淡无奇的画面,却让我放慢了步子。虽然只是那么短暂的一瞥,却已深深地打动了我。老人青灰色的衣着,戴一顶黑色帽子。他慈蔼,安详,看起来是位祖父,在给小孙女喂食。孙女穿着红袄,是我小时候乡下女孩常穿的那种红色棉袄。她趴在祖父粗壮的腿上,乖巧地伸着小嘴儿,吃祖父喂的食,一脸的纯净。祖孙俩带着乡土味,安闲地依偎,安闲地喂食,吃食。
A picture has been far away from me, but it often quietly, quietly dial my heart. On the curb, a well-dressed old man sits next to a small fruit stand. A young girl about four or five years old is lying on one leg of the elderly. Next to a worn bag, is a kind of material commonly used by country folk when I was a kid. This seemingly insipid picture, let me slow down the pace. Although only a brief glance, but it has deeply touched me. Elder gray clothing, wearing a black hat. He is kind, serene, looks like a grandfather, feeding the little granddaughter. My granddaughter was wearing a red jacket, the kind of red padded jacket I used to wear when I was a kid. She lay on the thick legs of her grandfather, well-behaved little mouth children, eat food fed grandfather, a look of purity. Zusun with local flavor, leisurely nestling, leisurely feeding, food.