圣诞节的晚上,李响站在广场的角落里,冷眼看世间繁华,他可没心情过什么圣诞节,他失业了。一个衣裳单薄的老人从他面前蹒跚走过。这么冷的天,他还穿着单衣。在寒风中一走一晃,好像随时都会被风吹跑。李响想都没想,就脱下自己的棉袄,披在了老人的身上说:“老人家,你怎么穿得这么少?你赶紧回家去吧。”“回家?”老人茫然地说:“我没有家。”原来是个流浪的老人。李响把老人拉到商场,给他买了棉袄棉裤和保暖内衣。老人穿 Christmas night, Li ring stood in the square corner, sobbing to see the bustling world, he did not feel any Christmas, he was unemployed. A thin old man came tumbling past him. On such a cold day, he also wore a uniforms. A flash in the cold wind, as if at any time by the wind ran. Li Xiang did not think about it, took off his jacket, put on the body of the old man said: “old man, how do you wear so little? You go home quickly. ” “Home? ” To say: “I do not have a home. ” Turned out to be a stray old man. Li ring pull the old man to the mall, bought him a cotton-padded trousers and thermal underwear. Elderly wear