雨,淅淅沥沥地下着,行人急匆匆地赶路。这时,在一个繁忙的十字路口,站着一位发传单的老人。他满脸皱纹,背稍稍有些驼,身上的衣服虽有些破旧,但看起来很整洁、干净。肩上背着一个褪色的蓝布包,脚上穿着一双破旧的黑布鞋。老人不时地来回走动,每发出一张传单,他都会向对方微微点头,脸上露出些笑意。有时他眉头也会轻微紧蹙,因为有人对他刚递过去的传单瞧都不瞧一眼,随手就给掷到地上。印象中,这种散发传单的事儿应该是年轻人来做的, Rain, lingering underground, pedestrians hurry hurry. At this time, at a busy intersection, there was an old man with leaflets. He was wrinkled, his back slightly llama, his clothes a bit worn, but it looked neat and clean. Shouldered on a faded blue cloth bag, feet wearing a pair of worn black cloth shoes. The old man walked back and forth from time to time. Every time he sent out a leaflet, he nodded slightly to each other, his face showing a smile. Sometimes he frowned slightly, because someone glanced at the flyer he had handed over and threw it to the ground. Impression, this issue of leaflets should be done by young people,