楼下还是那个老太太,小脚,穿着绑腿的黑棉裤,说话的声音很粗,有点男人气。三月,春风料峭,北方已经停了暖气,房间的温度往往比室外低。在这样的春天,就会有一些老人坐在阳光里,晒着太阳,拉着家常。太阳很温暖,即使是一个失落的人也会禁不住感叹,太阳多好,谁都照。我有点羡慕这些晒太阳的老太太。很早的时候读过一本书,有个美国商人来到墨西哥海边的一个小渔村,看着一个墨西哥渔夫划着 Downstairs or the old lady, feet, black trousers in leggings, voice is very thick, a little manly. March, spring breeze, the North has stopped heating, the room temperature is often lower than outdoors. In such a spring, some elderly people will sit in the sun, bask in the sun and take home. The sun is warm, even a lost person can not help but sigh, the sun is good, no one shines. I am a bit envious of the old lady in the sun. Had read a book very early, an American businessman came to a small fishing village on the Mexican coast, watching a Mexican fisherman paddling