一次聚会,几个老人聚在一起,嗑着瓜子,说着闲话。不知是谁提到头发的话题,大家的目光瞬间就像探照灯似的,在一圈人里扫射。都是一样的年过古稀,白发苍苍。有人感叹,老了,黑头发越来越少了。突然,大家的眼光都定格在一位一头乌发的老者头上。大家对已赋闲在家的他仍坚持染发满腹狐疑。黑发老者马上解释:是这样的,我家里还有九十多岁的老母亲,否则,我早就不染头发了。 A gathering, several elderly people together, pudding seeds, talking gossip. I do not know who mentioned the topic of hair, everyone’s eyes instantly like a searchlight like, in a circle of people in the fire. Are the same age faded, white-haired. Someone lamented, old, black hair less and less. Suddenly, everyone’s eyes are fixed in the head of an old man with a black hair. Everyone who has been idle at home still insists on dyed hair full of suspicion. The dark-haired man immediately explained: Yes, my home is still in her 90s old mother, otherwise, I have not dyed my hair.