那时我还在乡下的那个小镇里站柜台。那是一个大雪飘飞寒风凛冽的冬日,街道上冷冷清清的,在那样的天气里,是很少有人光顾商店的。正当我准备关门歇业时,一对年轻的盲人摸进了我的小店,看着他们那股亲热劲,我便断定他们不是恋人就是夫妻。他们穿着单薄,俩人相依相偎地倚在柜台边仍有些瑟瑟发抖。我赶忙迎上去,问他们需要什么。女的用那只冻得发紫的手从衣兜里摸出一张10元纸币:“我们想买两双棉袜,这钱不知够不够?” I was still on the counter in the little country town at that time. It was a snow drifting cold and windy winter, the streets deserted, in that day, few people visit the store. As I was preparing to close, a young blind man touched my shop and watched their affectionate, I concluded that they were not lovers or husband and wife. They are wearing thin, two people still leaning to the counter while still shivering. I hurried to meet and asked what they needed. Female with the frozen purple hands out of his pocket to get a $ 10 note: “We want to buy two pairs of cotton socks, the money I do not know enough enough?”