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老人没有地理概念,和我提到儿子在青岛时,竟指了指西面。他喜欢到阳光最深处去,找个没有树荫的房角,靠墙坐定。掏出沓白纸,卷一撮烟丝,比普通烟卷长出半截拇指。他闭上眼,深吸一大口灼热、烟晕的苦涩攻城略地,占据他的肺,延伸血液腹地。老人终于支撑不住,吐出浓郁一团白雾。老人败得一塌糊涂,单薄的咳嗽声,似卑微的求饶,任由胜利者在额头上烙刻印记。老人战胜不了一支烟,这是注定的事实。我劝他早戒掉。
The elderly do not have a geographical concept, and when I mentioned that my son was in Qingdao, he pointed to the west. He likes to go to the deepest sunshine, to find a shadeless corner, sit against the wall. Took out a pile of white paper, a handful of shredded tobacco, than the average cigarette grow half thumb. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, burning bitter bituminous siege, occupying his lungs, extending the bloodstream. The elderly finally could not support, spit a bunch of white fog. Elderly defeated mess, thin cough, humble begging for mercy, let the winner in his forehead branded engraved mark. It is a doomed fact that the elderly can not defeat a cigarette. I advised him to quit early.