清晨，在朦朦朧朧的霧中，走來(lái)一名40多歲左右的中年男子，他穿著一雙破得能看到腳指頭的破鞋，身上的衣服破爛不堪。他臉色蒼白，嘴角被冷得刺骨的寒風(fēng)吹得裂了開來(lái)，鮮血狂流不止，他的頭發(fā)似乎半年沒(méi)洗了，亂糟糟的。聽別人說(shuō)，他才30歲左右，可為什么他顯得那么蒼老呢？或許是他穿著的關(guān)系吧！

In the early morning, in the hazy fog, came a middle-aged man in his 40s. He was wearing a pair of ragged shoes that could see his toes, and his clothes were in tatters. His face was pale, the corners of his mouth were split by the cold wind, and his blood was running wildly. His hair seemed to have been washed for half a year. It was messy. Listen to others, he is only about 30 years old, but why does he look so old? Maybe it's the way he's dressed!

他一步步向我走來(lái)，10米、5米、2米、1米……

He came to me step by step, 10 meters, 5 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter

他終于在我身旁停下，遞上來(lái)一只碗……

He finally stopped by my side and handed me a bowl