Scavengers on the Gobi Desert

The scavengers who traveled from Hami to Shanshan, the world-famous Bailifeng District, had several shackles on the sides of their cheeks like solders that fell on the steel. The spirits were sturdy and the legs were tough. Everyone who is in the transformation of Hami to Shanshan contact network almost remembers him! I don't know when he chose this way of life. I often meet him.

He is going to take the local train at 7:30 in the morning, get off at a small station that may not have been there for a while, always wear unsuitable clothes, and throw the plastic bottle thrown out along the railway station or train. Into his huge bag of homemade. There are enough cockroaches, hungry belly and other cars coming back from Urumqi at 6 o'clock in the afternoon. The train returns to Hami, often at 8:40 pm, during which time he will freeze or basking in the sun! If the train is late Or miss the train, he can only stay overnight in the Gobi Desert!

In the summer, the temperature is often around 50°, wearing a Li Ning hat with a swell of the sun, and the body has already been soaked with sweat. The bare arm is sunburned by the sun and can see bloodshot! In winter, it is often at minus 10 in winter. ° Around! He is only wearing a thin leather jacket, inside or just a broken sweater, the wind in the wind zone often reaches 13! But the life of scavenging seems to have never changed.

Probably a lot of people like me, have sympathy for him, I often see him walking in the train when the person who is in front does not mind his dirty body and pull him into the car, even the flight attendants on the train free of charge! I look for him Chat, he told me that it is already 72, no children, no more than 40 yuan for each bottle he goes out to sell, sometimes only a few dollars for a busy day!

I have seen many cockroaches younger than him in many cities, or pretend to be a liar. Those who are lazy or because of disability, rely on people's sympathy to live the locusts! Relatively speaking, the elderly are more worthy of sympathy and respect!

I can't help but think of the Cuban fisherman in the "Old Man and the Sea" written by the tough writer Han Mingwei. Although there are great differences between Chinese and Western cultures, they do not succumb to the arrangement of fate. They are not degraded in such ages and situations. They are still independent. Relying on his own hands to create life, he is the power of life! Interpret in one sentence: people can be destroyed, but can not be defeated!