The Poor
When the winter was coming, He had already stayed at the Student Bridge near our school. He was a beggar. The dark-yellow skin of him was covered with wrinkles. He always wore an old army coat. It was torn and dirty, with full of patches. And he wore a thin trousers, stayed on the icy floor all the day. Under his legs, I vaguly saw an empty pant.
He nearly didn’t say a word. Poor became him speechless. Only little time. He shout faintly and huskily to pedestrains, ‘Please,please...’ But everybody walked away hurriedly. None of people paid any attention to him, paid attention to this humble beggar. Sometimes, He could only look at his empty small cylinder, and sighed by himself.
The weather was getting colder and colder . That was a snowy day. When every pupils all wore down jackets. He was still wearing his thin clothes. The snow was falling down. Like white and small elves. They became the ground white. He still stood there. Let snow fell on his body. The snow fell on his face, the snow fell on his clothes , fell on his empty pant... He was very quiet, like a silver statue...
When the last snow melt, the spring is coming. But in this season that the birds’twitter and fragrance of flowers. He goes away . And he has never come back...
穷 人
当冬天到来的时候，他就已经在学校旁边的学生桥上待着了。他是一个乞丐，古铜色的皮肤上布满了皱纹。他总是穿着一件又脏又破缝了好几个补丁的旧军大衣，穿着一条单薄的长裤，一整天都跪在冰冷的路面上，在他的大腿下，隐约可以看到一条空裤管。
他几乎从来不说一句话，是贫穷把他变得寡言。只在很少的时候他才会向路人微弱地沙哑地喊着：“请给点吧，给点吧......”但是所有人都行色匆匆，没有哪位会注意他，注意这个渺小的乞丐。有时他只能看着空空如也的饭缸独自叹息。
天气越来越冷了。那是一个下雪天，当所有的学生都穿上了鸭绒衣时，他却还穿着他那件单薄的衣衫。雪下起来了，像一个个小精灵，把大地染成了空灵的雪白，他还站在那里，任凭雪落在他的身体上，落在他的肩上，落在他的脸上，落在他的衣服上，落在他的空裤管上......他安静极了，像一座银色的雕塑，矗立在雪中......
当最后一片积雪融化时，春天便到了，但就在这个鸟语花香的季节里，他走了，而且，再没回来过......
