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来到医院时挂号的队伍已经转过好几个弯。我站在队尾,排在一位老奶奶之后。这位老奶奶满头白发梳得整整齐齐,淡色的上衣与灰色的裤子没有一点花纹。她脚上穿着一双略显陈旧的黑白布鞋,走起路来发出“嗒嗒”的声音。老奶奶在排队时总往右边看,那里坐着一位老爷爷。他睁着圆溜溜的眼睛打量着每一个人,灰色的眼眸却仿佛看向人们的身后,没有焦点。他的双颊深深凹陷,黝黑的皮肤让他看起来更加苍老,紧闭的双唇旁是一圈深深的皱纹。
The team that has been registered at the hospital has turned several turns. I stood at the end of the queue, behind an old lady. The old lady had white hair combed neatly, pale pastel coat and gray trousers without any pattern. She wore a pair of slightly old black and white cloth shoes on her feet and walked to make a “rattling” sound. Granny always look to the right when queuing, where sat a grandfather. He looked at each person with his eyes open and round, gray eyes but seemed to look behind the people, no focus. His cheeks were deeply dented, his dark skin making him look older, and a deep, wrinkled line around his closed lips.