在我居住的小区,有一个市场。那儿从早到晚热闹非凡,有卖菜的,有卖水果的,有卖各种小吃的,还有卖各式各样衣服的。其中有一位修鞋的老爷爷,每天都在那儿默默地埋头修鞋。他那饱经风霜的脸上布满了深深的皱纹,他的手是那么脏、那么黑,与小区里的人们相比显得有点儿不协调。昨天,我的凉鞋坏了,我随妈妈去找那位修鞋的老爷爷。我们前面已经有一位顾客在等着修鞋了。老爷爷抬起头,看了我们 In my residential district, there is a market. There lively from morning to night, there are selling vegetables, selling fruits, selling all kinds of snacks, and selling all kinds of clothes. One of the grandpa who repairs shoes silently buried shoes every day. His weathered face covered with deep wrinkles, his hand is so dirty, so black, compared with the people in the district a bit inconsistent. Yesterday, my sandal was broken, and I went with my mom to the grandfather who repaired the shoes. We have a customer in front of waiting for repair shoes. Grandpa looked up and saw us