繁忙的地铁站出口,来来往往的人都行色匆匆。每次我总喜欢在此小憩一会,希望寻找到那个老妇人的身影。一个飘着微微细雨的清晨,我终于又看见了那个老人。她就那样静静地坐在地上,身前铺着一块有些陈旧的素布,布上平摆着两排花胸针。看着小巧美丽的花针,爱花的我心中总是漾起一层层涟漪。老人正在闭目养神,周围嘈杂的人群影响不了她 Busy subway station exit, coming and going people are hurried. Every time I always like to take a nap here, hoping to find the figure of the old woman. A drizzly drizzle in the early morning, I finally saw the old man again. She was sitting quietly on the floor like that, with some old plain linen in front of her and two rows of flower brooches on her cloth. Looked at the small beautiful flower needle, love my heart is always rippling ripples. The elderly are eyes closed, noisy crowd around her can not be affected