Sentences describing the appearance of beggars

With long hair, he limped by and looked only about twenty years old. His face is not dirty, and his facial features are clear. He is not an ugly man. Just talking to himself at the same time makes his face a little ferocious. He hobbled under the fence, and his thin body was particularly pitiful in the autumn wind. He kicked the jar again and again, laughing happily like a child. Then move on.

I walked under the street lamp and enjoyed the night view of the bustling city. At this moment, a beggar came face to face. She is an old lady in her sixties and seventies, with wrinkled face and gray hair, hunched over and looked at me with begging eyes. She murmured, I don't know what she said, but she did give people a miserable feeling, and I was full of pity and sympathy for her.

This street is about 500 meters, and there is a beggar every few steps. He is unkempt and unkempt, with old people, children, women, normal people with developed limbs and all kinds of disabled people. Some knelt on the ground and kept bowing to pedestrians, while others stretched out their dirty hands on the roadside. Three little girls of four or five years old, all with dirty faces, reached out for money when they saw pedestrians, and if they didn't give it, they rushed to hug each other's thighs. A young man was held in his thigh and didn't want to give money. The young man dragged the girl for more than ten meters before dumping her. More people have no choice but to pay after being held in their thighs. It is ridiculous that although the girl is young, she eats a lot. If you give her a dime, she will shake her head and ask for a dollar. Passers-by avoided three little girls. At this time, at the subway entrance not far away, there are three women chatting in the sun. They are the mothers of three girls.

The little beggar took a handful of coins from his broken pocket and poured them on the counter. Every coin is polished, and there may be something in it that Mr. Dole just gave him. He counted out twenty dollars, then piously took the flowers with cards on them and turned away. This little boy is quite interesting, which Mr. Dole didn't expect. When the train finally pulled out of the station, Mr. Dole looked out of the window. It's raining outside, there are no pedestrians on the road, only all kinds of vehicles are left. Suddenly, he found the little boy in the wind and rain, only to see him holding flowers and moving slowly step by step. He forgot everything around him, and his thin body became thinner. Dole saw a cemetery in front of him, and the chrysanthemums in his hand were in full bloom against the wind and rain. The train hit the tracks faster and faster, and Mr. Dole felt strong impact on his chest again and again. His eyes are blurred.

The gaunt and hungry beggar came to a small farmhouse and begged from the hostess. His right hand and arm were broken, leaving only an empty sleeve hanging around. Instead of kindly giving him some leftovers, the hostess coldly pointed to a pile of bricks in front of the door and said to him, "Please help me move these bricks to the backyard." The beggar suspected that there was something wrong with his ears: "You asked me a poor man with only one hand to help you move bricks? ! If you don't want to give me charity, you won't. Why play tricks on people? " The hostess was not angry, so she leaned over and moved the brick with one hand only once, and then said to the beggar standing there, "You see, people don't have to have two hands to work. I can do it. Why can't you do it? " No one has ever told beggars this. For the first time in his life, he pondered carefully for a while, and in the eyes of the hostess's encouragement, he began to slowly raise bricks with one hand. He can't eat well with his left hand. He can only move two bricks at a time. It took him three hours to move the pile of bricks. He was so tired that his face was covered with dust. The hostess handed the beggar a white towel. He took it and wiped his face and neck carefully, and the white towel immediately turned into a black towel. The hostess handed him 30 yuan money. The beggar said gratefully, "Thank you!" The hostess shook her head: "You don't have to thank me, this is the money you earned by your own labor." When the beggar left, he said to the hostess, "Give me this towel as a souvenir. I will never forget what you said to me today. " He bowed deeply to his hostess and then went on his way. A few days later, another beggar came to this farmhouse to beg. The hostess led the beggar to the backyard and pointed to the pile of bricks and said to him, "I will give you 30 yuan money if you move the bricks to the door." The beggar with perfect limbs walked away disdainfully. The son of the hostess inexplicably asked his mother, "Last time you asked beggars to move bricks from the front door to the backyard, this time it was just the opposite. Where do you want to put this pile of bricks? " The mother said to the child, "the bricks in front of the door and in the backyard are the same, but it's different if the beggar moves them or not." Then several beggars came, and the pile of bricks was moved several times between the front and back yards. Many years later, a decent man walked into the farmhouse. He wears a suit and tie, but he has only one left hand. He leaned down and said to his elderly hostess, "Without you, I would still be a beggar, but now I am the boss of a big company." The hostess can't remember who is coming. She simply said, "You made it yourself." One-armed boss wants to move the hostess and her family to the city to enjoy life, but the hostess insists, "We can't accept your care because all of us have two hands." The boss insisted, "Madam, you have taught me how to be a man and what is human dignity, which has benefited me all my life." . I bought you a big house in the city, which is the reward you deserve for educating me. "The hostess finally smiled." Then you can give that house to someone who doesn't even have a hand. "Everyone is born with two treasures: hands and brains, which can create brilliant achievements for you. However, not all people clearly realize the value of these two treasures. They either lack self-confidence, or fall into ignorance and backwardness without knowing it, or are conceited, self-righteous and short-sighted ... At this time, someone needs to give him an incentive to open his heart and make him suddenly wake up. Sometimes, what he needs may be a stinging, penetrating and direct inspiration to the soul, because only when he feels pain can he leave a lasting memory. ...

The little beggar took a handful of coins from his broken pocket and poured them on the counter. Every coin is polished, and there may be something in it that Mr. Dole just gave him. He counted out twenty dollars, then piously took the flowers with cards on them and turned away. This little boy is quite interesting, which Mr. Dole didn't expect. When the train finally pulled out of the station, Mr. Dole looked out of the window. It's raining outside, there are no pedestrians on the road, only all kinds of vehicles are left. Suddenly, he found the little boy in the wind and rain, only to see him holding flowers and moving slowly step by step. He forgot everything around him, and his thin body became thinner. Dole saw a cemetery in front of him, and the chrysanthemums in his hand were in full bloom against the wind and rain. The train hit the tracks faster and faster, and Mr. Dole felt strong impact on his chest again and again. His eyes are blurred.

With long hair, he limped by and looked only about twenty years old. His face is not dirty, his facial features are clear, and he is an ugly man. Just talking to himself at the same time makes his face a little ferocious. He hobbled under the fence, and his thin body was particularly pitiful in the autumn wind. He kicked the jar again and again, laughing happily like a child. Then move on.

I walked under the street lamp and enjoyed the night view of the bustling city. At this moment, a beggar came up to me. She is an old lady in her sixties and seventies, with a wrinkled face and gray hair, wearing a bow and watching me beg. She murmured, I don't know what she said, but she did give people a miserable feeling, and I was full of pity and sympathy for her.

This street is about 500 meters. There is a beggar, unkempt and disheveled, with old people, children, women, normal people with developed limbs and all kinds of disabled people. Some knelt on the ground and kept bowing to pedestrians, while others stretched out their dirty hands on the roadside. Three little girls of four or five years old, all with dirty faces, reached for money when they saw pedestrians, and rushed to hug each other's thighs if they didn't give them. A young man was held in his thigh and didn't want to give money. The young man dragged the girl for more than ten meters before dumping her. More people have no choice but to pay after being held in their thighs. It is ridiculous that although the girl is young, she eats a lot. If you give her a dime, she will shake her head and ask for a dollar. Passers-by avoided three little girls. At this time, at the subway entrance not far away, there are three women chatting in the sun. They are the mothers of three girls.