那是一个清冷的冬日,穿着四季如一的老黄,一如往常到处收着废品。废品,本是被人丢弃的东西,对老黄而言,总有可珍惜之处。他常常望着这些被“除之而后快”的东西想着,这一件件物品——不论是满身锈蚀的烤面包机,或是Kitty猫造型的滑鼠,甚至曾经写过情书的钢笔,都曾是人们一时所需,甚至是最爱。即便它们现在失灵了、失宠了,老黄还是把它们收集起来,细心修复,仔细分类,安排它们新的 It was a cold winter, wearing a yellowish seasons, as usual, always received the waste. Scrap, this is something to be discarded, the yellow, there are always cherished place. Often he looks at these things being “erased fast”, thinking that this item, whether covered in a rusty toaster or a cat-styled mouse, even wrote a love letter The pens were once the people needed, or even loved. Even if they are now out of order, falling out of favor, Lao Huang collected them, carefully repaired, carefully classified, arranged for their new