和妈妈买菜回家。下午五点左右,太阳早早地跑回了家,天却还很亮,吹着几缕若有若无的轻风。车子刚拐进胡同,便看见前面有位老人,略微弓着腰,扛着锄头,穿着暗红的粗布衣服,身上沾了些泥土,像是刚干活回来的样子。我看着那背影有些眼熟,却想不起来是谁。妈妈眼尖,扯起嗓子便喊:“刘大娘,什么时候回来的啊?这么大年纪了怎么还这么拼?”那 And mother buy food home. Around five o’clock in the afternoon, the sun ran back home early and the sky was still very bright, blowing a few breezy winds. When the car had just turned into the alley, he saw an old man in front of him, bowing slightly to his waist, carrying a hoe, wearing dark red scrimmage, and soil on his body, as if he had just returned from work. I looked at someone who was familiar with the back, but couldn’t remember who it was. The mother’s eyes are tipped and she yells: “What happened when Liu Aniang came back? Why is it so old at such an age?”