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我在街上走着,一个乞丐——一个痩弱的老人挡住了我。红肿的、流着泪水的眼睛,发青的嘴唇,粗糙、褴褛(lǎn lǚ)的衣服,龌龊(wòchuò)的伤口……呵,贫穷把这个不幸的人折磨成了什么样子啊!他向我伸出一只红肿、肮脏的手……他呻吟着,喃喃地乞求帮助。我伸手搜索自己身上所有的口袋……既没有钱包,也没有怀表,甚至连一块手帕也没有……我什么东西也没有带。但乞丐在等待着……他伸出来的手微微地摆动着和颤动着。我惘(wǎnɡ)然无措,惶惑不安,紧紧地握了握这只肮脏的、发
I walked in the street, a beggar - a weak old man blocked me. Inflamed, tears-laden eyes, blue lips, rough, ragged clothes, wounds of wòchuò ... Oh, what did poverty torture this unfortunate man! He told me An inflamed, dirty hand stretched out ... He moaned and murmured for help. I reached out to search all my pockets ... no wallet, no pocket watch, no handkerchief ... I did not bring anything. But the beggar was waiting ... his hand stretched out swaying and trembling slightly. I 惘 (wǎnɡ) Sure enough, be bewildered, tightly grip the only dirty, hair