一屋里的电话铃声响起来的时候,胡天伦从茅房里还没站起来,等他一瘸一拐地走到电话机旁,铃声却戛然而止。他知道这不能怨来电话的人,要怨只能怨他走得太慢——他崴着脚脖子了。早饭后,胡天伦像往常一样在院子里散步。看够了电视、读够了报纸,要想活动一下身子骨,也只有选择散步了,指望种庄稼锻炼身体已很不现 When a telephone ring rang in the house, Hu Tianlun did not stand up from the cottage, waiting for him to limped to the phone, but the ring came to a halt. He knew it could not blame the person on the phone, only to complain about him to go too slow - he bent his ankles. After breakfast, Hu Tianlun walked in the courtyard as usual. Read enough of the television, read the newspaper enough, in order to exercise the body bones, and only choose to walk, and hope that the crop is not exercise