初冬早晨,薄霜轻覆,已显清冷。吴老汉仍重复着多年来他每天都在重复的动作:睁开惺忪并略带疲惫的双眼,然后再闭上;伴着闷重的几声咳嗽,不得不又睁开双眼;听着破屋上方那棵歪脖柳树上几只麻雀的叽喳,还有破屋前污水沟里毫无节奏的流水声,闻着那早已习惯了的刺鼻腥臭味……懒仰了一会后,自言自语道:该起来啰!随后,即是简单的洗刷,生灶做饭,吃饭……年复一年,天天如此。 Early winter morning, thin cream light cover, has been significantly cold. Old man Wu repeated his repeated actions every day for many years. He opened his eyes and tired his eyes slightly, and then closed again. He was forced to open his eyes again with a few coughs that were boring. Side of the tree a few sparrow Willow sparrow twitter, there is no rhythm in the sewage ditch before the sound of running water, smell that already accustomed to pungent stench ... ... lazy for a while, since Said to myself: the up Hello! Then, that is, a simple scrub, cooking, eating ... ... year after year, every day so.