“哗,哗……”她来了——一个很守时的清洁工。她瘦弱的身子挥动着与她不相符的大扫帚,我看见她布满沧桑痕迹的脸上总是微笑着。清晨的街道静静地总是响着一支有节奏的街道交响曲。我喜欢每天清早就来这儿等学生专车,静静得观察她。我记得她似乎有一个女儿,我在超市遇见过几回。 “Oh, uh...” she came - a punctual cleaner. Her thin body waved a big broom that didn’t match her. I saw her smile on her face full of vicissitudes. The early morning street always quietly rang a rhythmic street symphony. I like to come here every morning to wait for the student’s private car and watch her quietly. I remember she seemed to have a daughter. I met several times in the supermarket.