冬日的街头,北风劲吹。路遇朋友的父亲,孤独地骑着电动三轮车,以极缓的速度,逆风前行。枯叶打着旋,扑向这位离休的老人。如潮的车流,在老人身边穿梭而过。虽然老人面色红润,气定神闲,车骑得小心安稳,我还是暗暗埋怨朋友:这么恶劣的天气,即使再忙,也不能让八十多岁的老 The streets of winter, the north wind blowing. Lu Yu’s friend’s father, riding an electric tricycle alone, at an extremely slow pace, against the wind. Withered dead leaves, toward the retired old man. Rush of traffic, passing around the elderly. Although the old man looks rosy, restless, riding a car carefully and safely, I still secretly blame my friends: such a bad weather, even busy, can not let the old 80s