当旭日阳刚在春晚的舞台上用颤音唱出“如果有一天我老无所依”的时候,他们并不是在无病呻吟。我们村的孤寡老人四奶奶,每天下午四点就关门闭户,早早睡下,腊月二十九这天也不例外。 When the rising sun just sang with the vibrato on the stage of the Spring Festival Evening, they were not groaning without disease. Four grandmother, our lonely old man in our village, closed their doors every day at four o’clock in the afternoon and slept early. On the twelfth lunar month twenty-nine, the day was no exception.