此刻,有一个名叫孙福的人正坐在秋天的中午里,守着一个堆满水果的摊位。明亮的阳光照耀着他,使他年过五十的眼睛眯了起来。他的双手搁在膝盖上,于是身体就垂在手臂上了。他花白的头发在阳光下显得灰蒙蒙,就像前面的道路。这是一条宽阔的道路,从远方伸过来,经过了他的身旁以后,又伸向了远方。他在这里已经坐了三年了,在这个长途汽车经常停靠的地方,以贩卖水果为生。一辆汽车从他身旁 At the moment, a man named Sun Fu is sitting in the autumn noon, guarding a stall full of fruit. The bright sunshine shone upon him, narrowing his eyes over fifty. His hands rested on his knees, and his body fell on his arm. His gray hair looks gray in the sunshine, just like the road ahead. This is a broad road that stretches from afar, past his side, and reaches out into the distance. He has been here for three years and lives on a fruit trafficker where the coach is often docked. A car is next to him