我家旁边有一家饭馆,妈妈和我经常去那里吃饭。一天傍晚,我们又去了,坐在靠窗的位置。窗外有一位衣服破旧的卖菜老人,他头发花白,胡子乱蓬蓬的,脏兮兮的脸上堆满皱纹,看上去更显衰老。他坐在一个破沙发上,不像大多数小贩那样叫卖,反而逗弄着身边的小狗,时不时掰一片新鲜的菜叶给小狗吃。他是那么不显眼,又那么突兀,显得与这座城市格格 Next to my house there is a restaurant, where mom and I often go to eat. One evening, we went again and sat by the window. Out the window there is a dilapidated old man selling vegetables, his gray hair, bearded, dirty face wrinkled, looks more aging. Sitting on a broken couch, unlike most hawkers, he teased the puppies around him, breaking the fresh leaves from time to time to the puppies. He is so unobtrusive and so abrupt that he seems to be in the city