一个小男孩手里捏着一美元硬币,沿着大街上的商店重复地询问是否有“上帝”卖。一个又一个的店主,不是说没有,就是说他在捣乱,不由分说地便把他撵出了店门。直到天快黑时,小男孩走进第二十九家商店,店主满面疑惑,但还是热情地接待了他。店主是一位六十多岁的老头,满头的银发,慈眉善目,和蔼可亲。他笑眯眯地问男孩:“孩子,请告诉我,你买上帝是为了干什么呢?”小男孩流着泪告诉老头,他的名字叫邦蒂, A little boy holds a dollar coin in his hand and repeatedly asks along the shops on the street whether there is a “god” to sell. One after another of the owner, not to say no, that he was trouble, without any explanation, put him out of the shop. Until the day was dark, the boy entered the twenty-ninth store, the shopkeeper filled with doubts, but still warmly received him. The owner is a 60-year-old man, silver hair, kind, generous. He smiled and asked the boy: “Child, please tell me, what are you doing to buy God?” The little boy told her old man in tears, his name was Bondi,