It was like a blue paper, occasionally there are a few thin clouds, like the sun like the wind, slowly floating.
I slowly walked along the road, enjoying a sunny day, "the day of June, the baby's face", the sky is gradually dark, the sun is hidden by the clouds, the color of the sky has changed the color of the blue, has become like a dirty rag dipped in water.
"Oh" sound came, a 60 year old grandmother fell on the roadside, plump body, gray hair, wrinkled, appears to be very painful. Is in I hesitated whether to help her, a middle-aged man beat step to the old grandma helped, and grandma did not rise, but to seize hand sternly Lise more middle-aged people shouted: "why do you want to push me to."
Next to the middle-aged people frown, but matter of factly the old grandma a sentence: "I kind of want to help you, you do not appreciate, but also in turn to correct my." the old grandma and did not hear, or