我总记得江南运河边那些初夏的日子。晌午前的时光,岸边的人少了,透明的阳光被绿荫挡住,坐在树下的长椅上,便有凉凉的风吹来。这时,总能看见一老妪弯着深深的几近90度的腰,挑着担蹒跚走来。担在两头的箩筐上,有少许的桃、李、苹果和香蕉。这是一个卖水果的小贩。走近时,能看见她脸上皱纹间的汗珠,缺了牙的扁扁的嘴却总是微笑着,眼睛里看不到忧伤。我的心里却充满同情:这样的老人,还在为谁辛劳呢? I always remember those early summer days on the southern canal. Before noon, fewer people on the shore, the transparent sunlight was blocked by the shade, sitting on the bench under the tree, there is a cool wind. At this moment, one can always see an old woman curving a deep, almost 90-degree waist, lugging and hobbled. On both ends of the basket, a few peaches, plums, apples and bananas. This is a hawker selling fruits. Approached, I saw the sweat between the wrinkles in her face, the flattened mouth lacking the teeth, but always smiling, I could not see the sadness in my eyes. My heart is full of sympathy: such an old man, who is still working hard?