在这个自助的旅游团里,这个头发花白,脸庞瘦削的小老头,实在是不起眼的。他衣着老土,T恤,衬衫,一看就知是廉价的,而且穿了不短的时间,不过都整活干净,像他下巴上的一撮小胡须,乌黑发亮,一尘不染。上车下车,他都拿着一柄纸扇,时不时地展开,对着面颊轻轻地晃动,微风,若有若无,他的那撮小胡须也不见晃动。路途上,观景中, In this self-help tour group, this gray-haired, thin face of the old man, it is humble. He was wearing old-fashioned, T-shirt, shirt, at first glance it is cheap, and wear a short time, but neat and tidy, like a handful of small beard on his chin, shiny black, spotless. Get off the car, he took a handle paper fan, from time to time to start, gently shaking the cheek, breeze, Ruoyouruowu, his little beard that shake. On the road, viewing,