一个戴钢丝边眼镜的老人坐在路旁,衣服上尽是尘土。河上搭着一座浮桥,大车、卡车、男人、女人和孩子们在拥过桥去。骡车从桥边蹒跚地爬上陡坡,一些士兵扳着轮辐在帮着推车。卡车嘎嘎地驶上斜坡就开远了,把一切抛在后面,而农夫们还在齐到脚踝的尘土中踟蹰着。但那个老人却坐在那里,一动也不动。他太累,走不动了。 An elderly man with steel rimmed glasses sits on the side of the road with all the dust on his clothes. On the river is a pontoon, a cart, a truck, a man, a woman, and children go over the bridge. The mule was hobbling up the steep slopes from the bridge, and some soldiers pulled their spokes to help the cart. The truck was ramping up the slope, leaving everything behind, while the farmers were still clinging to the ankle dust. But the old man sat there, motionless. He is too tired to walk.