博物馆里正在举办一位著名老画家的国画展,观众熙熙攘攘,人流如织,气氛十分火爆。我夹杂在人群中,细心地观赏面前这些千姿百态的作品,仿佛走进了一片惬意的山水之间。突然,我看到地上有一枚一角钱的硬币,在光洁的大理石地板上,显得格外扎眼。一个人从它身上踩了过去。一个人低头看了看,跨过去了。更多的人似乎并不在意它的存在,不愿让视线在它身上过多的停留——因为他们可能更愿意将 Museum is holding a famous old painter of Chinese painting exhibition, the audience bustling, crowded, the atmosphere is very hot. I am mixed in the crowd, carefully watching the front of these works in different poses and with different expressions, as if into a pleasant landscape between. Suddenly, I saw that there was a dime on the ground, which was particularly salient on the polished marble floor. A person stepped on it from the past. A man looked down and crossed over. More people do not seem to care about its existence, and do not want to let the line of sight stay too much on it - because they may be more willing to