记得小时候,隔壁王大爷是一位退休了的花匠,他技艺精湛,待人和蔼可亲,又常常给我们零食吃。晚饭后小伙伴们都喜欢围在他的躺椅旁听他讲故事,可他老是讲到一半就鼾声大作,他打起鼾来有如雷动,令人惊心动魄,有时又如大潮隐退,使人心有余悸。每当这时,小伙伴们都“闻鼾而逃”。 I remember when I was a kid, next door, Uncle Wong was a retired gardener. He was superb, was kind and often gave us snacks. After dinner, his companions like to listen to his stories around his deckchairs, but he always talks about snoring. He snores like a thunderstorm, and it is astonishing, and sometimes retreats as a tide, leaving people with lingering fear. . Whenever this time, small partners are “snoring and fled.”