秋假我回了一趟家,又一次看到了他,忍不住定定地看着他。他仍然穿着那一身橙色的马甲,那马甲浆洗得发白,线头也起来了。脸上的皱纹更深了,法令纹深深地刻在他的脸颊上,眼窝深陷,整个人苍老得厉害。邻居见到他打了声招呼:“中饭吃过了吗?”他顿顿地抬起头,回应得很慢:“还没,拉完这车……”声音微弱。往日 Autumn vacation I returned home, once again saw him, could not help but look at him fixedly. He still wore that orange vest, which was washed pale and the thread was up. Wrinkles deeper face, nasolabial folds deeply engraved on his cheek, deep in the orbital, the whole people are very old. Neighbors met him and said hello: “Have eaten lunch yet?” He looked up his head suddenly, the response is very slow: “Not yet, pulled the car ... ” voice was weak. Past