周末,雨很小。随着冬天的到来,一丝丝寒意涌上心头。我打着伞独自在大街上漫步,浏览着令人眼花缭乱的广告牌,欣赏着淅淅沥沥的雨景。无意间,一个小男孩的身影映入我的眼帘,这个小男孩十岁左右,头发蓬乱,衣服破烂不堪,脸蛋和手都脏兮兮的,他侧身坐在一张椅子上,向路人乞讨。天啊!小小年纪就要遭受如此 Weekend, the rain is small. With the arrival of winter, a trace of cold in my heart. I walked alone in the street with my umbrella, browsing the dazzling billboards and admiring the lush rainforest. Inadvertently, the figure of a little boy glimpsed into my eyes. The little boy, aged about ten, had disheveled hair, dilapidated clothes, dirty faces and hands. He sat sideways on a chair and begged passers-by. God, young age will suffer so