他是一个平凡的老人。在初一时,我就见过他。一件旧皮袄,一条不知多久没洗的军裤,一双沾满烂泥的胶鞋——是我对他的第一印象。自从这个人走入教学楼,哪儿都会听到关于他的闲言碎语。“嗨,听说这个老头是精神病院的康复者。”“他的儿子好像不要他了,他只能靠捡破烂为生。”……面对大家的流言蜚语,他只是弯着腰,一双胶鞋在砖地上咯吱作响,自然地走过去。“天啊!他多么麻木不仁!”我想道。有一次,一出厕所就 He is an ordinary old man. On the first day, I met him. An old leather jacket, a longskin shirt, a pair of rubber-soaked shoes - my first impression of him. Since this person into the teaching building, wherever he will hear about his gossip. “Hey, I heard that this old man was a recovering person in a mental hospital. ” “” “” “Son does not seem to want him, he can only rely on scavenging for a living ” ... ... Face everyone’s gossip, he just bent Waist, a pair of shoes on the creak creak, walked naturally past. “Oh God! What a numbness!” I thought. Once, a toilet