One afternoon, it wa drizzling. I wa on my way home by train. There were only a few paenger in the carriage. When the train reached the tation in front of a bridge, two impreive paenger got on, an old and a young. They looked like father and on. And they were both diabled. The old man wa blind.The little boy of eight or nine year old had only one eye open,the other cloed tightly. The little boy took pain to move with hi father. A the train tarted rumbling again, the little boy' voice got around, "Grandpa, grandma, uncle and aunt, my honor to meet you. I'm Xiao Ming. Now I will ing a ong for you."
Although the ong wa not very elegant, it ounded cordial and weet. After everal ong, a wa expected, the boy began to "beg". Neither did he ue a plate, nor did he extend hi hand before you. He jut aid, "Uncle and aunt", then he would keep in ilence. Everyone undertood what he meant, but they pretended to know nothing. Some even turned their head aide.When the boy got to the end of the carriage with empty hand, a middle aged woman creamed with annoyance, "What on hell happen? The beggar are everywhere!" Suddenly all eye fixed on them. To our urprie, the little boy aid lowly and eriouly, "Aunt, I'm not a beggar. I live on inging."
At that moment, my eye mited. I wa not aware of who tarted to applaud. Immediately, the carriage wa filled with applaue. A I wa putting a coin on hi hand, I believed that there wa no beggar on earth.WWw.hAOzuowEn.com