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【原文呈现】光阴弄疼了我罗西①两个80多岁老爷子在公园门口遇见,或是久违的街坊或是早年的兄弟,叨叨寒暄。拄拐杖的那位胖胖的,满脸通红,显然有高血压,瘦的那位垫着脚尖颤悠悠地为胖兄整理衣领,有种奇怪的同病相怜的温馨,类似少年时碰头点烟或篮球场上助跑撞胸击掌的美。这也是江湖一景,岁月的江湖,深而平静,静而悲凉。有个可爱的女孩问:“如果我可以不长大,爸爸妈妈你
[Original] time hurt me Rossi ① two 80-year-old Father met in the park, or long-lost neighborhood or early brother, grunt greeting. Crutches who fat, with flushed, apparently high blood pressure, skinny who tiptoe trembling for the fat brother finishing collar, a kind of strange warmth of compassion, similar to boyhood meet a little smoke or Basketball court hit the chest hit the United States. This is also a scene of rivers and lakes, years of arena, deep and calm, quiet and desolate. There is a cute girl asking: ”If I can not grow up, Mom and Dad you