小区南门的西边拐角处,有一位正在忙碌的老爷爷。他半蹲在地上,双眼一眨不眨地盯着车轮,一手用力地扶住车子,一手不停地拨弄着链条,紧锁双眉,口中还自言自语:“嗯,没错,应该是这个地方坏了,这里要拆……”汗珠不断地从他斑白的两鬓滚下来,落在地上,落在他满是油渍的手上。过了一会儿,老爷爷起身站了起来,扶起了自行车,擦擦手,兴奋地笑了笑,对旁边 Community South Gate at the corner of the west, there is a busy grandfather. He squatted on the floor, his eyes staring at the wheel of a blink of an eye, a hand holding the car firmly in one hand kept fiddling the chain, locked his eyebrows, his mouth also said to himself: “ah, yes, Should be the place is broken, here to tear down ... ”sweat constantly from his white two 鬓 rolled down, fell to the ground, fell on his hands full of grease. After a while, Grandpa got up and stood up, raised his bicycle, wiped his hand, smiled excitedly,