傍晚,雨淅淅沥沥地下着,街上的行人急匆匆赶着回家。我和慧慧撑着伞在人群之中穿梭。突然一阵寒风迎面而来,我不由地打了个冷战。就在一刹那我看见有一个人在我们前面摔倒了。我们走近一看,原来是一个年过六旬的老爷爷,他衣衫褴褛,骨瘦如柴,披散着的头发下面有张模糊不清的脸。 In the evening, the rain lined the ground with pedestrians rushing to go home. Hui Hui and I hug umbrella among the crowd shuttle. Suddenly a burst of cold on the face, I could not help but call a cold war. At that moment I saw a man fall in front of us. We came closer to look, turned out to be a grandfather over sixty years, he was ragged, scrawny, loose hair with fuzzy face below.