Street（一）

About half past three p.m.'s circumstances, there is less than I from the accounting of medical expenses reimbursed. She did not cash, handed me a check.
I took the check and excitedly went to the bank. Street, full of surging crowd, shouting their wares, noises. Since the transformation of the Yangtze River Road after the road on both sides keep high-level arched buildings, increasingly crowded shopping malls, a wide variety of fashion colors and pop music, plus a variety of new stores opened, so that the bustling provincial capital in November Street, appeared rhythm Chuanji, bustling city like a spring.
I walked through the crowd, squeezed into banks, handed a check. Remove the check number, Miss unfamiliar to me, casually said: "The windows on the 16th to go ... ..."
I saw there was a long row of the team, try to figure out half past one Shihai not for me. So taking advantage of the "other" time, decided to go to the most prosperous of the lot four arches walk, where the window is proud provincial capital.
North wind blowing gently, only felt the slightest chill with. I went to the four arches press shops. Sideways in front of a pedestrian bridge, I must pass it. I step onto flyover leisurely steps, ready to cross the bridge ... ... Suddenly, a groaning sound in my ears: "I pray you good friends ... ... ... ... please, what!" I hope in the twinkling of an eye go, I saw a old woman, lying on the stairs, her hair gray, Pengshou dirt surface, thin clothes, half a body shivering in the cold. That blurred the eyes with tears, staring at my pocket tightly ... ...
I could not help her to stand down and looked carefully, I found she was struggling to kneel up to me Zuo Yi, I Huangde kept saying: "No, no, no ... ..." but inadvertently found her in the pants rotten one under exposed thick swollen legs, leg and serious disease that is clearly not frozen, but is clearly a terrible schistosomiasis patients! The other leg of her head could not bear to see people curled up too. My heart feel shocked, and tightening up. Look at which groups shivering in the cold dirt down-sick bad body, ragged pants, dirty black wrinkles, inability to prayer ... ... all are pulling moves my heart, I pity and exclaimed: ah! Poverty and disease, the life of this poor tortured cruel ah ... ...
She told me cite an old, empty tea pregnant. She implored, unsteadily, said: "good it! Good it! Beg you ... you ..."
I do not consciously feel their own pockets to go. But the touch all over the body, and did not touch the child of a slot!
I regret not installed your money out to go and ... ...