Street（二）

Waves of cold air blowing over the streets and people feel this bustling downtown where there are early winter chill. Shame and panic when I gradually ascended the footbridge, I saw both teams are talking to teams from that elderly pedestrians walk by, not one of them the bird to the old man look on a broken teacup .
"Are installed ... ..." A middle-aged man passing Pie Zhaozui said.
"I do not installed ... ..." a boy said to his mother.
A woman was holding on to their children through the bridge, she pointed to the moaning old woman begging the theories of the child: "Look, do not learn, will grow up like her ... ..."
The old man is still stubborn pedestrians to give each bird broke her cup, saying remarks crawled said countless times already feeble words. However, no attention is drawn to the cup is always empty, as the freezing winter in a mass of cold air ... ...
... ... Along the way, my mind confused. Always emerge out of chaos in the bird breaking the cup, a pair of thick legs, and that dirty wrinkles, and that the cold moving body se ... ... Then, after about half an hour, I read newspapers, and turned back to the People's Bank bridge. I saw the poor old man is still pleading with passers-by, or holding an empty tea pregnant bird, talking and laughing teams of groups of pedestrians, or no one wants to see her.
It was left contemptuously reviled ... ...
I quickly went to bank, take the money, I could go back directly, but I actually can not own land in the bank for a long time wandering the door ... ... finally, I still go back far in the way of the other side of the footbridge, I onto the bridge, an empty cup to the bird dropped into a new subconsciously notes ... ...
That thick swollen legs moved, blue face smiled: "thank you ... ah ... good!" Almost at the same time, I saw many faces of passers-by did not know, have dropped into the cup to empty bird the notes and the slot.
Ah, poor human power! You only need to move it a little speechless, how has the appeal to it!
... ... It is almost five p.m., and even more cool evening breeze. The evening sun over the horizon dyed orange. More bustling night market is coming. Emerged when the big hotels in the faint Gongchoujiaocuo the lemon, my illusion, only under the early winter dusk and evening that the sick old man. They stacked folded together, with the hustle and bustle of the city to dissolve in the sound ... ...