2006年10月15日,我因公从悉尼飞往奥克兰。放眼望去,机舱里黑白相间、高矮错落,像一个微缩的联合国。坐在我旁边的是一位年届花甲的老妇人。澳洲的许多老太太,纵然岁月的霜刀毫不客气地刻在脸上、落在发间,也依然有着迟暮美人对于美的执著和坚持。这位也不例外。她的耳际、指间,青翠的澳宝饰物肆 On October 15, 2006, I was flying from Sydney to Auckland on business. Looking ahead, the cabin black and white, height scattered, like a miniature United Nations. Sitting next to me is an elderly lady with a longingian. Many old ladies in Australia, even though the years of frostbolt unceremoniously engraved on the face, fall in the hair, but also still have the late beauty of the United States persistent and insisted. This is no exception. Her ears, fingers, green O Po accessories