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小雨淅淅沥沥地下在清明,泥泞的地上升起一抹水烟,萦绕,萦绕……他是我们院里的“乞丐”:一件破旧的军大衣罩在身上,裤子磨得发亮,脏得也说不清是什么颜色。他面色微黄,眼角有深深的皱纹,下巴上有点泛白的胡子——至少,从我认识他开始,他就是这个样子——但他从不要钱,就像一个寄宿者一样,在这待了很多年。偶尔,听到熟悉他的人说,他是得过小儿麻痹症,才会走路一脚深一脚浅,不过,他不吓小孩。小的时候,我经常在院子里疯跑,跑着跑着,就路过了他的角落。他会很开心地挣扎着站起来,对我傻笑。我也总是很
Rain drifts underground in the clear, muddy ground rises a touch of hookah, lingering, lingering ... He is our hospital “beggar ”: a worn army coat on the body, pants shiny, dirty Also can not tell what color. He looks yellowish, his eyes have deep wrinkles, a little white beard on his jaw - at least, from the moment I know him, he’s like that - but he never asked for money, just like a lodge, For many years. Occasionally, when someone who is familiar with him is told that he is polio-ridden, he will walk a little deeper and deeper. However, he does not scare children. As a kid, I often ran crazy in the yard and ran and ran through his corner. He will be happy to stand up and giggle at me. I am always too