有时候,走在街上,看见穿得很破的收废品的老人,骑着锈迹斑斑的三轮车,摇着牛皮纸扎成的拨浪鼓,在绿草如茵的大街上,一脸灰尘,我就会觉得不安。看见卖水果的小贩,小心地拎起一串葡萄,把那些裂了口的果子仔细地摘下,然 Sometimes, walking down the street, I saw the old man in a very worn-out waste collection, riding on a rusty tricycle, a rattle shaken with kraft paper and a dusty face on a green grassy street. Will feel uneasy. Looked at the hawker selling fruits, carefully picked up a bunch of grapes, carefully picked off those cracked fruit