一个吹着瑟瑟寒风的阴郁冬日。我从某繁华闹市的地下人行通道经过。一位年迈老妪携一六七岁女童正衣衫褴褛地半俯在冰冷的水泥地上向路人乞讨,口中不断地喃喃着,卑微而执着的眼神闪烁出几近渴求的光芒,令我几乎不忍正视。每每遇到这种情形,我心底便油然而生一种恻隐与怜悯,条件反射般地拿出一些零钱,在行乞者一连串的道谢声中,如同赎买了良心安宁似地转身走开。这一次,我也不例 A gloomy winter day whistling cold. I passed the bustling downtown pedestrian passage. An aged 60-year-old girl carrying a girl in her ragged shirt half-bent over the cold concrete floor begging for passers-by, muttering constantly and humble and persistent eyes flashing almost the thirst for light, leaving me almost unbearable . Whenever I encounter such a situation, my heart will have a feeling of compassion and compassion, with some reflections and reflections, and in the series of thankful beggars I will turn away as I bought my conscience and peace. This time, I am not an exception