生活,其实始终都掌握在自己手上。一天下午,在一个小镇的公交车上,“技术高超”的小偷掏走了我的钱夹。棉衣口袋角落里的一元硬币,有幸成为漏网之鱼。我握着这一元硬币,有些为难。家在几十里之外,乘公交车回家要五元,买一瓶水要一元五,买份报纸要五毛,买一块面包刚好一元,但我现在不饿。我用手机给有车的朋友打了个电话,朋友在电话那头听了哈哈大笑,说他再过两小时可以赶来。我觅到了一片可以坐下来的草地,阳光真好。有个乞丐过来,把碗递到我 Life, in fact, always have their own hands. One afternoon, in a town bus, the “superb” thief took away my wallet. Coin pocket pocket a dollar coin, fortunate enough to slip through the net. I hold this one dollar coin, a little embarrassed. Home in dozens of miles away, take a bus to go home to five yuan, buy a bottle of water to five dollars, buy a newspaper to fifty cents, buy a piece of bread just a dollar, but I’m not hungry now. I used a cell phone to call a car friend, and my friend laughed over the phone and said he could come in two hours. I found a meadow where I could sit down and the sun was good. A beggar came over and handed me the bowl