一天放学,我和几个同学骑着自行车回家,我们心情不错,因为明天周末。骑到一个十字路口的时候,我们把车子的速度降了下来,因为面前有一个老头儿在慢慢地走着。他看上去应该有些年纪了,背已经驼了,头发也白了一半,走路的步伐异常缓慢。“一个老头儿,不好好在家里待着,跑到外面来挡路……”我嘴上嘟囔着。我们刚要超过老头儿时,我发现有一辆轿车向我们飞了过来。等我缓过神,那车子已经到了眼前。这时,我听到一声刺耳的刹车声,我注意到那个老头儿的手里 One day after school, I went home with a few classmates riding a bicycle. We are in a good mood because tomorrow weekends. When we got to a crossroads, we lowered the speed of the car as an old man was walking slowly. He seems to be a bit older, his back is already covered, his hair is half white, his pace of walking is unusually slow. “An old man, not at home waiting, ran outside to stop the road ... ” I muttered. When we were just over the old man, I found a car flying over to us. When I stop God, that car has come to the front. At this moment, I heard a shrill brake sound, I noticed that old man’s hand