人总会老。老得记不清家在哪儿,老得站不起来。可是总不会忘记所爱的人。所有东西都不能与时光匹敌。甚至是小小的反抗与较量,都会被那种永恒的东西所嗤笑。轮椅上的老妇人鬓角白发扎眼,乐呵呵地跟我不住地说话。我坐在她旁边的台阶上,说不清楚该难过还是该快乐。小区空地上搭着一架老式的放映机,一块大白布的四个角被束得皱皱巴 Always old people. Do not remember the old home where the old got too stand up. But I will never forget the ones I love. Everything can not match the time. Even a small resistance and contest, will be ridiculed by the kind of eternal thing. The old lady in the wheelchair was giggled with white hair and cheerily talking to me. I sat on the steps beside her, said it was not clear that the sad or the happy. Placed on the open space on the plot an old projector, a white cloth of the four corners were crumpled wrinkled