那时我很小。初识她时,她坐在三奶奶家院子里,手里正拿着一支老式的一尺来长的烟袋,间断地抽上一小口,徐徐吐出一小口烟雾,品味,然后用一根细小的火柴棍把烟袋锅里的烟丝搅动一下,再吸。她灰白的头发在脑后挽成一个光洁的发髻,前额发际线整齐,戴着老式的金耳环,穿着滚边的旗袍式上衣,一件酒红的毛衣披肩,优雅地裹住了双臂。黑皮鞋从宽大展平 I was young then. When she first met her, she was sitting in her grandmother’s yard, holding an old one-foot-long bag of cigarettes, intermittently pumping a small mouth and slowly spitting a small mouthful of smoke to taste and then using a small The match stick stir the tobacco in the tobacco pot, and then suck. Her gray hair was pulled back into a smooth bun behind her forehead with a neat hairline, old-fashioned gold earrings, a piping cheongsam jacket, a burgundy sweater shawl, and gracefully wrapped arms . Black shoes from the flat flat