站在上海繁华的地铁口,我注视着南京路步行街的车水马龙和形形色色的人来人往,恍惚中我竟一下子有种迷路的感觉。我四处张望着,注意到一对头发花白的老人正缓慢地穿梭在人群中。他们走走停停,老奶奶许是有些累,抽出和老爷爷紧握的手,微微俯下身,扶在膝盖上休息。我这才发现,老奶奶的手里拿着一小簇栀子花,她紧紧握在手心里,慢慢拿起放在鼻子旁嗅了一下,满皱纹的 Standing on the bustling subway station in Shanghai, I watched the crowded Nanjing Road Pedestrian Mall and all sorts of people coming and going, trance I actually kind of lost all of a sudden feeling. I looked around and noticed that a pair of gray-haired seniors were slowly moving through the crowd. They stop and go, Grandma Xu may be a little tired, pulled out and Grandpa clenched hands, leaned down, rest on his knees. I discovered that Granny’s hand holding a small cluster of gardenia flowers, she firmly in my hand, slowly picked up the nose sniffed, wrinkled