一到傍晚,工体北路永远堵车,特别是这样的大风天,寒冷的夜晚,太多人想赶回家吃饭,路上便越发寸步难行。与朋友约定七点钟的饭局,眼看就要迟到,烦躁。有人拍车窗的玻璃,是一位乞讨的老人。手中握着拐杖,捧一个破烂的碗,里面躺着几个钢铺儿。若在两年前,遇到这样乞讨的老人,我会毫不犹豫地落下车窗,把兜里的零钱全都给他。但自从那一次上当之后,我便不再相信乞讨的人。也是在一个冬天,我走在去往餐厅的路上,见路边匍匐着一位老人,在寒风里冻得瑟瑟发抖,地上摊着一块破布。 One evening, workers North Road, traffic jams, especially such a windy day, cold night, too many people want to go home for dinner, the more difficult it will be on the road. Seven o'clock meal dinner with friends, we must see late, irritable. Some people take the glass window is a begging elderly. Holding a cane in his hand, holding a broken bowl, which lay a few steel shop children. If two years ago, met such an elderly man begging, I will not hesitate to fall off the window, all the pocket money change to him. But since that time, I have stopped believing in begging. Also in a winter, I walked to the restaurant on the road, see an old man creeping on the roadside, shivering in the cold wind, a piece of rag on the ground.