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一条笔直的上坡路,她走在一对年迈夫妇的身后,原本飞快的脚步随即慢了下来,以一种很尊敬的姿态,慢慢跟在他们后面。她一直觉得老人们都是很了不起的人物,活了那么长的时间,经历了那么多的事情,似乎每个老人都是一本很厚的难读懂的书。这对夫妇都把双手背在身后,典型的老年人的姿势,一前一后,走得很慢很慢,她依旧跟在他们身后,三个人三点一线,像黄昏雾霭中一场朦胧的哑剧。她看着他们花白的头发,在想,自己以后也会变成这个样子么?仔细想想,好像人这一辈子都过得很累。她吃力地抓了抓肩膀上沉重的书包,把不小心卷进去的衣领翻折出来,整理好,最终还是加快了脚步超越了两位老人,但她却不敢回头看他们的脸,或许是怕看见脸上那些被无情岁月刻下的痕迹吧。夕阳无力地支撑在天空中,有微薄的棕黄色的阳光穿透秋季黄昏的沉闷映照在她
A straight uphill, she walked behind an elderly couple, the original fast pace then slowed down, in a very respectable attitude, slowly followed behind them. She always felt that the elderly are great people. After living so long and going through so many things, it seems that every old man is a very thick and hard-to-read book. The couple are behind both hands, the typical elderly posture, one after the other, go very slowly and slowly, she is still behind them, three people three point line, like a mist in the evening dusk Mime. She looked at their gray hair, thinking, will become like this later? Think about it, it seems like people have a very tired life. She strenuously grabbed the heavy bag on her shoulders and folded the carelessly rolled-in collar into a tidy finish that ultimately accelerated her pace beyond the two elderly but she did not dare look back at her face, perhaps Is afraid to see the face of those who are engraved on the traces of merciless years. Sunset weakly supported in the sky, a meager brown-yellow sun penetrated the dull reflection of the fall dusk in her