小溪潺潺，浅吟低唱。云溪河岸边的小道上，一位老人背着沉重的绿色邮袋，走东家串西家地招呼着：“喂，李老倌，你的《老年人》杂志来啦！”这送报刊的老人就是我老爹，他为邮政所打工已有10多个年头了。不久前的一个晚上，老爹躺在床上，深深地叹了口气说：“唉，人老了，过 Murmur brook, shallow singing. On the trail along the banks of Yunxi River, an old man carrying a heavy green pouch drove eastwards to greet the western homeland: “Hey, Li Laohe, your old man is coming!” Is my father, he worked for the postal service for more than 10 years. One night not long ago, the father lying in bed, sighed deeply, said: "Well, people are old, too