我们住宅小区,有一位银发老翁,他姓张。耳聪、目明、步履轻捷、谈笑风生。他的职业是教师,退休工资不算少,可他总是拾废品。有人见到就劝他:“老大哥,别干了,废品卖不了几个钱,歇歇吧!”可是他不以为然,每天乐和极了。有一天,他请我到他家稍坐喝茶。茶后,我到他书房坐一坐。满架书刊映双眸,花草芬芳扑鼻。书架旁边有很多 Our residential area, there is a silver-haired man, his name is Zhang. Ear Cong, Vision, walking agile, laughing. His occupation is a teacher, retirement salary is not small, but he always pick up scrap. Some people advise him to see: “Big Brother, do not do it, the scrap can not sell a few money, rest it!” But he did not agree, very happy day. One day, he asked me to sit at his home and drink tea. After tea, I sit in his study. Eyes full of books reflect the book, fragrant fragrant flowers. There are many beside shelves