饥者独自走在大街的角落,默默忍受心灵饥饿。他多么希望有一块面包,但并不是施舍所得,他对施舍不屑,施舍会戳伤他的人格,彩虹也会失去应有的颜色。他的眼里有一层灰膜。闪着智慧的光泽。面对漫漫冰冷的长夜,他躲进了柴草垛,品尝人生的苦涩,也许这就是选择,不食嗟来之食也要活,? The hungry walks alone in the corner of the street and silently suffers from heart hunger. How much he wished for a piece of bread, but it was not for alms. He was disdainful with charity. Alms would puncture his personality and the rainbow would lose its color. There is a gray film in his eyes. Shining with wisdom. In the face of a long, cold night, he hid in the firewood and tasted the bitterness of life. Maybe this is the choice. If you don’t eat food, you have to live.