在一个异常平淡的傍晚,家人都出去了,年过古稀的罗伯特像往常一样静静地躺在院子里的摇椅上。“丁铃铃……”门铃突然响起。罗伯特没有理会,继续静静地躺着。“丁铃铃、丁铃铃……”没人开门,门铃却仍旧不依不饶地响着。“怎么没人开门啊?”过了良久,罗伯特才嘟嘟哝哝地从躺椅上爬起来,拄着拐杖蹒跚地向院门走去。他眯着眼看了好一会儿,终于看清是一男一女两个陌生的青年,就问:“你们有什么事吗?”男青年举着一张泛黄的纸条问:“您好!请问您是罗伯特先生吗?” On an unusually flat evening, the family went out, and the over-aged Robert lay quietly in the yard’s rocking chair as usual. “Ding Ling bell ... ” doorbell suddenly sounded. Robert ignored, continue to lie quietly. “Dingling bell, Dingling bell ... ” Nobody opened the doorbell is still ringing. “Why did not anyone open the door?” “After a long time, Robert muttered grimly from the couch and stumbled to the gate with his cane. He squinted for a while, and finally saw two strange young men and women, asked: ”What are you doing?“ Young men holding a yellowed paper asked: ”You OK! Are you Mr. Robert? "