每当来到这条熟悉的小巷,我总会习惯性地向巷尾那棵老槐树望去,仿佛又会看到树下那对相濡以沫的老夫妇。每天,从这里路过时,我总会看到他们。这对老夫妇慈眉善目,头发全白了。他们总是安详地坐在藤椅上,小声地说笑着。谈笑间,老爷爷总会专注地看着老奶奶,轻拍她的手。看着他们,不知为什么,脑海中不禁浮现出这么几句歌词:“我能想到最浪漫的事,就是和 Whenever I came to this familiar alley, I always looked back at the old banyan tree at the end of the journey, as if I would see the old couple under the tree. Every day, when passing by here, I always see them. The old couple was kind and full of hair. They are always sitting in a cane chair in peace, laughing and whispering. During the laughter, the grandfather always looked at her grandmother intently and patted her hand. Looking at them, I don’t know why, I can’t help but come up with such a few lyrics: ”The most romantic thing I can think of is that