经过公园,看见那张熟悉的铁椅子,有好多感慨。以前我就住在公园对面,从窗户望出去,总看见一个五十多岁的男人,坐在椅子上跟邻居聊天。问邻居他为什么那么闲,邻居说:“他病了,在家养病,太太上班,一个人寂寞,所以总出来找人聊天。”果然见他愈来愈消瘦,连走路都变得吃力的样子,说话的声音也小了。但他还是出来,还是一坐就坐上几个钟头。 After the park, saw the familiar iron chair, a lot of emotion. I used to live across from the park, looking out the window, always seeing a man in her fifties chatting with her neighbors in a chair. Asked the neighbors why he was so busy, the neighbors said: “He was sick, at home sick, his wife to work, a man lonely, so always out to find someone to chat. ” Really see him more and more weight loss, even walking have become difficult Look, the voice is small. But he still came out, or take a sit for a few hours.