爱如清泉,洗涤心灵的尘。小时候,我们家在乡下,隔壁住着一位瞎伯。瞎伯不是完全瞎,但也只能看见非常微弱的光。农村的小路磕磕绊绊,但瞎伯走了几十年也摸熟了。瞎伯走路从不用棍子,只是慢腾腾地挪动双脚,遇到泛白光的地方,瞎伯知道那是水沟,他会小心地迈过去。闲着没事的时候,瞎伯就成了我们戏弄的对象。看见瞎伯要出门,我们会悄无声息地在他已经摸熟的必经之路上放两块砖头,然后看他打个趔趄 Love, such as springs, washing the dust of the soul. As a child, our family in the country, next door to live a blind uncle. The blind uncle is not completely blind, but he can only see the very faint light. Rural pathways stumbling, but the blind uncle walked for decades also familiar. He did not use a stick to walk, just slowly moving his feet, encountered a pan-white place, the blind uncle knows it is the ditch, he will carefully step over. When idle nothing, blind uncle has become our object of teasing. When we see that the blind uncle will go out, we will quietly put two bricks on the path he has already gotten acquainted with and then watch him make a 趔 趄