路过一条小街,一位擦皮鞋的老妇人,坐着一个小马扎,守着一个小摊,不住张望着过往的行人。我走过时,她充满期待地看了我一眼,嘴里嘟囔了句什么。虽然没听清,但我明白她的意思。我向来不习惯坐在街头接受别人的这种服务,而这次,我犹豫了一下,最后还是坐了下来。而为我服务的,竟是这 Passing a small street, an old lady rubbing shoes, sat a colt, guarding a stall, not looking at the past pedestrians. When I walked over, she looked at me with anticipation and muttered something in her mouth. Although I did not understand, but I understand what she meant. I was never used to sitting in the street to accept other people’s services, and this time, I hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down. And for my service, actually it is