下班时,已近黄昏。深秋的凉风扑打行人的手脸,着实能让人冷不丁地打个寒颤。在车流如泻的大道一侧,我寻觅到了目标——修鞋摊点。摊主见有人来,立即停止了拾掇,接待了他今天最后一位顾客。我赶忙脱下脚上的皮鞋,指出需要修补的地方,便坐在一旁看他补鞋。 这是一位高位瘫痪的残疾人,四十开外光景,坐着也象站着,几乎没了腿,象个冬瓜段。他的身体盘坐在一张橡皮垫子上,飞针走线,动作麻利,很快就把修好的鞋子递给我。 “师傅,几个钱?”我边穿鞋边问手工钱。 When I got off work, it was near dusk. Autumn breeze swatter pedestrians hand face, really make people chilly to shiver. On the side of the highway where traffic is flowing, I figured out the goal - shoe repair stalls. The stallholders saw someone coming to an immediate halt to collecting the last of his customers today. I quickly took off his shoes, pointed out that the need for repair, they sat around to see him make up shoes. This is a paralyzed paralyzed disabled, forty outside the scene, sitting like standing, almost no legs, like a gourd section. His body disk sitting on a rubber mat, flying needle alignment, deft action, quickly put the repaired shoes handed me. “Master, how much money?” I asked for handmade money while wearing my shoes.