每当在电影、电视里看到翻译人员和外国友人对话时那种潇洒自如的样子,我就会马上联想到一位曾在我们楼里居住过的翻译。他五十多岁,额头上早已深深地刻满了皱纹,满头灰发丝。他那对明亮有神的眼睛,深深地嵌在凸起的眉骨底下……这天,我刚放学回家,见他站在一裸老梧桐树下,几个邻居正亲热地围着他谈笑。和我很要好的两个女孩也站在那里。我没敢走过去, Whenever I see translators interacting with foreign friends in movies and television, I immediately think of a translator who once lived in our building. In his fifties, his forehead was deeply engraved with wrinkles and gray hair. His bright, godly eyes were deeply embedded under the protruding brow...On this day, I just returned home from school and saw him standing under a bare old plane tree. He laughed. Two girls who are very good with me are also standing there. I dared not walk past