秋日黄昏,生命亦然,落叶如蝶,飘飘扬扬终是抵不过时间的重量。他牵着一个老人,老人鬓已苍,皮肤皱得如同脱落的树皮。他亦不年轻,黝黑的脸上也刻满了沧桑。老人紧紧地攥着他的手,不停地走。每撞到一个路人,他都连连说抱歉,一把将老人护在身后,像极了护犊的老牛。老人的神情却倔强得像一个孩子丢了心爱的玩具,急切、难过。 Autumn dusk, life is the same, leaves, such as butterflies, fluttering Yang Yang finally arrived but the weight of time. He led an old man, the old man 鬓 Cang, skin wrinkled off the bark. He is also not young, dark face is also full of vicissitudes. The old man clutched his hand and kept walking. Every time he hit a passer-by, he repeatedly said sorry, an old man behind him, like a cow nurse. The old man’s look is stubborn like a child lost his beloved toy, anxious, sad.