有时,倾听也是一种快乐。在放学回家的路上,经常会看到一位老人盘坐在路边,手里拿着一把破旧的二胡动情地演奏着,旁边摆着一个碗,碗里有时会有几枚硬币,有时会出现一两张纸币,有时则什么也没有。我知道这个老人是个乞丐,但是老人与其他乞丐又有不同,他的碗总是干净的,衣服上虽有补丁却也很干净,最重要的是,老人的身板挺得笔直。有一次放学回家,突然想起老师说过我们要乐于帮助弱者,于是从身上摸出两个硬币,心血来潮地跑到老人的身边,把两个硬币小心翼翼 Sometimes, listening is also a pleasure. On the way home from school, you often see an old man sitting on the side of a road with a worn-out erhu in his hand. There is a bowl next to it, and there are sometimes several coins in the bowl. Sometimes There will be one or two notes, sometimes nothing. I know this old man is a beggar, but the old man is different from other beggars. His bowl is always clean. Although there are patches on the clothes, it is very clean. Most importantly, the old man’s body is quite straight. Once home from school, I suddenly remembered that the teacher said we should be willing to help the weaker, so he pulled out two coins from his body and went to the old man in a whim, turning the two coins cautiously