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Slightly loving in the hot sun, a ragged little boy squats in the shadow of the corner of the street, the boy's face is gray, I don't know whether it is sweat or mud. The broken bowl in front of me has been placed for one morning, and the inside is empty and heart-wrenching. The boy swayed unconsciously, seemingly to escape the last disgusting sunshine.
Throughout the morning, the boy did not ask for a penny. Lunch and dinner were still not settled. It seemed that he had become accustomed to a life without a meal. The boy licked his bored head and slowly closed his eyes.
During this period, people from all walks of life passed through various corners, including office workers, students, young people shopping, women who buy food, and old people who strolled out... but no one noticed the boy, or deliberately evaded; the boy knew himself. It’s a dirty jealousy that only makes people feel disgusted or far away, but there is still a little craving in the boy’s heart, eager for the world to have more love, even if it’s lame, look at it with concern. Self, the remaining self-esteem will be comforted.
Just as the boy was drowsy, the sound of a tricycle that was "squeaky, squeaky..." came from far and near, and the boy's eyelids loosened, still as if he had been a fake.
The tricycle is a ruined old grandmother. The straw hat on the head still can't cover the sun that passes through the gap between the straw hats. The dry wrinkled forehead has oozing sweat, but the turbid old eyes are still squatting. Any corner around you - looking for valuable waste.
Suddenly, under the inconspicuous street corner, the grandmother found the boy lying on the ground. "What a poor child," said the old grandmother. The body was covered with dirt, and the clothes were so bad that they could use "a thousand sores." "The hole" to describe, the face is pale and obviously lack of nutrition, the hair is stained with dust and peel debris, and the boy with his eyes closed on the corner of the street trembled deeply with the grandmother's heartstring. The old man’s eyes were hot and he rushed in the direction of the boy.
The boy also felt that the old man was slowly approaching himself with a tricycle, and the boy’s mouth twitched. The boy continued to sleep because of the residual self-respecting flogging.
The old grandmother slowly approached the boy and looked at the boy's sly appearance; the old grandmother rubbed the sweat on her forehead and did not hesitate to take out the small cloth bag with the money, and poured all the money into it with a trembling hand. In the broken bowl in front of the boy, the coin hit the bowl and made a "beep" sound. Seeing that the boy was still asleep, the old man couldn't bear to bother him. After taking a deep look at the boy with his mother's concern for the child's eyes, he stalked on the tricycle and started her daily work.
At this time, the boy opened his eyes, looked at the full half of the bowl of money, and looked at the back of the grandmother riding a tricycle, and unnaturally shed two lines to talk about tears...

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