秋日的午后,总是温馨得催人入睡。阳光斜斜,树影斑驳,路旁的柿子树金黄,时不时让人眼前一亮。我舒坦地坐在公交车里,享受着这难得的恬静。旁边的老奶奶一副老年人的打扮:黑裤子,黑鞋子,天蓝色的上衣,衣扣是斜斜的一溜,苍白的头发很干燥,深深的皱纹牵扯出嘴角微妙的弧度。她伸出手紧紧抓住前排的椅子,身子前倾,眼睛盯着前方,一动也不动,好像很紧张,车子的每一次颠簸于她而言似乎都是煎熬。我想起我的奶奶,那个小小的瘦瘦的老人, Autumn afternoon, always warm to get people to sleep. Skew sunshine, mottled mottled tree persimmon trees on the roadside, from time to time people shines. I am comfortable sitting in the bus, enjoying this rare quiet. Next to the grandmother dressed in an elderly: black pants, black shoes, sky blue shirt, clothes are a sloping slack, pale hair is very dry, deep wrinkles involved in the subtle curvature of the mouth. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the chair in the front, leaning forward, staring forward, motionless, as if nervous, and every bump in the car seemed to be tormenting to her. I think of my grandmother, that little thin old man,