农民孙才是三年前来到这个城市的,高大的楼房阻挡了他回望家乡的视线,新的生活就此开始。每天傍晚收工后,孙才都漫无目的地在大街上溜达,两手插在裤兜里,混迹在人群中,就好像掉进油汤里似的,努力地去沾染那股浓郁的香气,可不知道为什么,总感觉心里面有点空。然后,孙才碰到一个沿街乞讨的老头,手里捧着一个旧军帽,可怜巴巴地瞅着孙才。对于孙才来说,他现 The peasant Sun Cai came to this city three years ago. The tall buildings stopped him from looking back to his hometown and the new life began. Sun Yat-sen, after a close-up in the evening, wandered aimlessly in the street with both hands in his pockets and in the crowd as if they had fallen into the soup, trying hard to contaminate the rich aroma without knowing Why, always feel a little empty heart. Then, Sun Cai met an old man begging along the street, holding an old military cap in his hand and looked pitifully at Sun Cai. For Sun Cai, he is now