“旭,旭旭!”门外传来一阵浑浊、颤抖的声音。我知道是“老实叔”来给我们家拜年了。他戴着那顶心爱的绿军帽,穿着一件单薄的衣裳,上面的油渍在灯光下闪闪发亮,黑色的条纹裤则沾满了泥巴。印象中,这些年来他一直是这身打扮。不过,衣裳已失掉了原本的色泽,脸上多了道道深痕。他看起来更加憔悴了。“老实叔”患过小儿麻痹症,总是偏着脑袋,走起路来一瘸一拐的,说话含糊不清,有时候还会流口水。他是一个地地 “Asahi, Asahi!” Outside came a turbid, trembling voice. I know it is “honest ” to give us a Happy New Year. He wore the beloved green military cap, a thin coat of light, the glittering oil on it, and the black striped pants covered in mud. Impression, he has been this dress all these years. However, the clothes have lost their original color, his face more than deep marks. He looks haggier. “Honest uncle ” suffering from polio, always partial head, walked limping, vague vague, and sometimes drooling. He is a land