家的附近有一位老太婆,常躺靠在廊前的摇椅摇来摆去,一种悠然坦荡的神态。她的手中恒常握一根黑得发亮的烟斗,也不抽,只是爱抚着,我急于要探问那一根烟斗的来路,才知道她既聋又哑。后来爸爸对我说了烟斗的故事,是十年前老太婆当医生的丈夫健在时抽的,十年之后还恒常地握在她缩皱的手中。恐怕这样的睹物怀人才是真正的生死不渝,才是真正万劫不磨的情重! Near the house there is an old woman, often lying in front of rocking chair swinging around, a leisurely magnanimous demeanor. Her hands always hold a shiny black pipe, nor pumping, just caress, I am anxious to explore the path of a pipe, I know she is deaf and dumb. Later, my father told me the story of the pipe, which was drawn when the old lady was a doctor ten years ago, and ten years later she kept her in her hands. I am afraid this kind of thing pregnant with real talent is the real life and death, is the real eternal love!