小区旁有一个岔路口,每次放学走过那里时,我的脚步总会不由得放慢,只要不下雨,我都能看见一个老奶奶在那儿卖山芋。她大约六十多岁,穿着一件朴素的衣服,乱蓬蓬的头发用一条不太漂亮的蓝头巾裹着,脸上满是皱纹,像刀刻的一般。她的两只手总是拢在袖筒里,用一种乞求的眼神 There was a fork next to the district, and every time I walked out of school, I could not help slowing down my footsteps. As long as it did not rain, I could see an old grandmother selling the potato there. About sixty years old, she was wearing a plain clothes, matted hair wrapped in a not so handsome blue headdress, his face was full of wrinkles, like a knife. Her two hands are always together in the sleeve, with a begging look