我有一些穷朋友。像修自行车的瘸子、驼背并有些弱智的街头女理发师,以及当街天天骂北约的退休钳工……他们纯朴、明朗、大气。与他们为伍,我感到非常舒服,同时,也很容易就发现自己的毛病,并为此羞愧。穷人巧。他们都通一门技术。虽然“技术”并没有使这帮哥们变富,但他们觉得,人嘛, I have some poor friends. Like the nephew of a bicycle repair, a humpback and some mentally handicapped street female hairdresser, and a retired fitter working on the street every day. They are simple, clear, and atmospheric. I feel very comfortable with them. At the same time, it is easy to find my own problems and I am ashamed of this. Poor people. They all pass a technology. Although “technology” did not make these buddies rich, they felt that people,