那年正月初四那天,天气出奇的冷。冷到我穿着厚重的棉袄不停搓着双手、跺着双脚也无济于事。即使到了正午,太阳好像也懒洋洋的,不愿再施舍一点点它的体温。天空留不住白云,那天空,蓝得泛着寒意。那天的风,呼呼地从我身边一啸而过,捞走了路边树上最后几张叶子,只留给我满脸冷冰冰的疼。天真是越来越冷了,得赶快到三姨家去,免得挨骂。小跑路上,垃圾桶旁边有一个模糊的身影,该不会又是……我驻足一看,果然又是那位老大爷。已经一周了,老大爷每天都会在这一带出现,总是那件灰褐色旧棉衣,脏脏的;一件天蓝色卫生裤,尺码特别大;一双大红棉拖鞋, That day the first day of the fourth lunar month, the weather was surprisingly cold. Cold to me wearing a heavy jacket kept rubbing his hands, poking his feet do not help. Even to noon, the sun seems to be lazy, do not want to give up a little bit of its body temperature. The sky could not help but white clouds, that sky, blue was panning. The wind of that day, whistling past a whistle by my side, fishing the last few leaves on the roadside tree, leaving only my face cold pain. Naive is more and more cold, get hurry to go to the aunt, so scolded. Trot down the trash next to a vague figure, it will not be ... ... I stop to see, and sure enough it is that grandpa. It has been a week, the old man appeared in this area every day, always the old gray brown coat, dirty; a blue pants, size particularly large; a pair of big red cotton slippers,