路上我又看到了一位残疾人,他那双乞求的眼里透出了丝丝悲痛,让我不禁想起那件令人感动、难忘的事。那段日子,街上人少,凛冽的寒风驱赶着仅有的几人,剩下一个没有了双臂的残疾青年孤独地坐在街头。他衣衫褴褛,头发很乱,从那毫无皱纹的脸上可以看出他还很年轻,但那空空的两袖却使人不禁觉得他很狼狈,也很凄惨。 On the way I saw a disabled person again. His grief in the eyes of his pleadings reminded me of that touching and unforgettable event. During those days, there were few people on the streets, and the cold winds drove the few people. The remaining disabled youth with no arms sat alone in the streets. He was ragged and his hair was messy. From his wrinkled face he could see that he was still young, but the empty sleeves made him feel very embarrassed and miserable.