坐在窗前的竹椅上,煮一杯清茶,小饮。随手从角落里拿出一本手记,年轻时的记忆扑面而来。那是一种稳妥的闲散,在暮年,是种难得的自静。老来是种回归,是生活中删繁就简的纯粹。一粥一饭,相濡以沫。相扶携手,走过千山万水,老了,年轻时的恩爱纠葛 Sitting in front of the bamboo chair on the window, cook a cup of tea, a small drink. Readily come up with a note from the corner, when young memories blowing. That is a kind of secure idleness, in old age, is a kind of rare calm. Old is a kind of return, is the simple life of the simple cut. A porridge a meal, each other. Phase hand in hand, walked thousands of miles, old, young entanglement of love