午后,毒辣的阳光似火红的帷幔笼罩大地。行走片刻,便挥汗如雨。路人匆匆行走,哪怕是小片绿荫也成了人们的“避难所”。“请帮帮我吧。”不远处一声沙哑的呻吟传来。循声一望,一位衣着朴素的老人坐在一棵大树的树荫下,眉头上一条条沟痕时深时浅,像灌满泥水的战壕,横着的、竖着的,长短不一。他旁边放着一个纸箱,里面只是放着零星的几张块票。看上去,他并不像是乞丐,不过 Afternoon, hot and spicy sun-like drape enveloped the earth. Walk for a while, then sweating. Passers hurry to walk, even if it is a small shade has become the people “refuge ”. “Please help me.” Not far from a husky moans came. As soon as it was heard, a well-dressed old man sat under the shade of a large tree with a shallow, furrowed trenches on his brow, varying in length. Next to him stood a cardboard box containing only a few pieces of odd pieces of tickets. He does not look like a beggar, though