去年年底,在小区固定不多的几个拾荒者中,突然多了一位拾荒老人。他面色晦暗,面颊削瘦,左手和左脚似乎因偏瘫而不是那么利落,身着一件黄绿色的中山装,下身一条很旧了的蓝布裤子,很整齐的样子。每当他一瘸一拐的出现在小区的时候,我总有种不忍直视的感觉。相对别的拾荒者而言,他太孱弱了。他总是腋下夹一个白色的编织袋,偏着半边身子,一瘸一拐地方穿 At the end of last year, among a few scavengers who were not very settled in the community, there suddenly was a scavenger elderly. He was dull, his face thinner, his left hand and left foot seemed to be hemiplegia rather than neat, dressed in a yellowish green tunic, with a very old blue denim pants underneath, neatly looking. Whenever he appeared limping in the district, I always have a feeling of uprightness. He is too weak compared to other scavengers. He always had a white knit bag in his armpit, bent half-body, limp place to wear