这是去年闹非典时的事了。小区活动室暂时关闭,没法打乒乓球了,几天下来,我便只能靠吃牛黄清火度日了。 一日傍晚,正与妻子散步,碰见老王,他说他跟老马做了一张球台。在他住的小区,只见一张泛着嫩绿色的球台,放在路的中央(这是一段死路),一股新鲜的油漆味扑鼻而来,我觉得那味道,好闻得赛过巴黎香水,而老王这瘦而矮小的家伙忽得就高大起来了。 This was the story of SARS last year. Community activity room temporarily closed, unable to play table tennis, and a few days down, I can only rely on eating cattle Huang Qing day. One evening, walking with his wife, met the Pharaoh, he said he made a golf course with the old horse. In his neighborhood, I saw a gnarly billiard table on the middle of the road (this is a dead end), a fresh smell of paint coming from, I think that smell, it is good to smell over Paris Perfume, and Pharaoh this thin and short guy suddenly got up.