三月,北京。香山的颜色渐渐绿起来。遇见骆老,是在山脚下一座典雅质朴的中国式饭店里。稳稳地,她从车上走下来,和我们一一握手、寒喧、说笑话。春风吹拂着她的银发和一脸开心的笑。她的声音很亮,笑容还是那么真诚,和蔼,那么感染人。骆老走进翠绿的四季大厅,不少人走过来问候。有的是多年的熟朋友,有的是生面孔。更多的是一些少年男女,他们在屏幕上结识了这位一生沧桑、一生辉煌的老艺术家。他们拉着老人的手,道着年轻人的祝福。老人近年患白内障,服神不如从前,但她总是亲切地眯着眼,凑近每一个问候她的新面孔。她要记住每一个新朋友。晚上,与骆老灯下谈心。骆老娓娓地说起,白天一位年轻人告诉她,他的老家在安徽合 March, Beijing. Fragrant Hill color gradually green. Met Luo Luo, is at the foot of an elegant and simple Chinese-style restaurant. Steadily, she came down from the car and shook hands with us, chatting and joking. Spring breeze blowing her hair and a happy smile. Her voice is very bright, smiling or so sincere, kind, so infected people. Luo old green into the four seasons hall, many people came to greet. Some are familiar friends for many years, some are raw faces. More are some young men and women, they met on the screen this life vicissitudes, a lifetime of brilliant old artist. They took the hand of the old man and spoke the young people’s blessing. Old people suffering from cataracts in recent years, serving God as before, but she always affectionately squinting, approached each greeting her new face. She wants to remember every new friend. In the evening, chatting with Luo old lamp. Speaking about Luo old, a young man told her during the day, his home in Anhui together