是个午后,在书房,有温暖的阳光照进来,碎金般地荡漾在他的身上。他端坐在宽大的书桌前,一身很休闲的衣服,一脸很慈祥的笑,一头很质感的白发。我看见了他的眼睛,目光平和,却又深邃如一片大海。大海里浸泡的,有幸福,还有沾满锈迹的深重的苦难。他就这样坐着,微笑着,思考着,不说话。走过的路 It was an afternoon, in the study, with warm sunshine coming in, gold-like waves in his body. He sat in front of a large desk, a very casual clothes, a look very kind laugh, a very textured white hair. I saw his eyes, eyes calm, but deep as a sea. Soaked in the sea, there is happiness, there are deep rusts covered with rust. He sat, smiling, thinking, and not speaking. Walked the road