每逢上班,总要走一座过街天桥。在桥上常常看到有外地老人行乞。他面前摆着一个搪瓷缸子,腰身弯得很低,不断向过往行人作揖,哀告。看上去他固然面目黧黑,但衣裤整洁,身体也还硬朗,似乎还没有沦落到走投无路的窘境。我偶尔见过好心的年轻人向他的搪瓷缸子里投进一点儿什么,但极为少见,绝大多数人都像我一样,目不斜视,置若罔闻。 Every work hour, always have to walk a street flyover. Often seen on the bridge there are elderly people begging. In front of him was an enamelled cylinder, his waist bent so low that he continued to pray to the passing pedestrians. Although he looks dark, but the clothes neat, the body is still tough, it seems that has not been reduced to despair. Occasionally I have seen some kind young people pour a little into his enamel tank, but it is extremely rare that most people are like me, staring out and turning a deaf ear.