我见到那么一个老木匠从街上一条破板门。那老人,迅速地工作着,全然弯曲而苍老了;看他挥动沉重的板斧像是不胜其疲劳。孤独的,寂寞的老人只是一个老人。伴着木头,铁钉,和板斧春,夏,秋,冬……一年地,两年地,老人的一生过去了;牛马般的饥劳与苦辛,像是没有教给他怎样去表情。 I saw an old carpenter breaking a door from the street. The old man, who worked quickly, was completely bent and old, and looked like he was fatigued as he waving heavy boards and axes. Lonely, lonely old man is just an old man. Accompanied by wood, nails, and axes spring, summer, autumn, winter ... ... year, two years, the old man’s life has passed; cattle like hunger and bitter, like did not teach him how to look .