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Atastreetcornersquatsabeggar.Heisalwaysthere,underthetree,intheshade.Senileasheis,hecrouchesinsomeraggedpiecesofcloth.Heisthere,alwaysthere,likeasculptureinthestreet.Dayafterday,thousandsofpeoplepassinfrontofhimhurriedly.Somesparecoins,mostgiveaquickglanceindisgust.However,itshocksmeverymuch.Whatamiserablelifeahumanbeingcanbear!Collectedbyizuowen.com
Atthefirstsight,youwillbeappalledthatGodhascreatedsuchanemaciatedcreature.Hisdarkfaceisfullofwrinkles,deeporshallow.Theyremindpeopleofthehardshipthebeggarhasexperienced.Hischeeksarebonywhilehisneckissothin.Hishairisbedraggledlikeanest,anestwithacoatofoil.Whatanimpressivesculptureitis!Mostofthetime,hismouthspeakswhilehiseyesarehalfclosed.Butonceapedestrianpassesby,hewillkeepnoddinghisheadslightlyandautomaticallyasifagustofwindhadforcedhimtodoso.Atthesametime,heraiseshisgnarledrighthandfr0mtheground,murmuringtobeg.Whatahand!Itisaseamy,shriveledhand.Thewrinklesinhisskinarestretching,twistingandintersecting.Dirt
fillsthegrooves.Infrontofhimliesandilapidatedbowlwithonlyafewcoinsinit.Believeitornot,itismoreandmoredifficulttomakealivingbybegging.Besidehim,thereisastickasslimashislegsasifthethirdlegofthepooroldbeggar.Collectedbyizuowen.com
Thesunisshininginthesky,butitdoesn"tshineeverycorneroftheworld.Therearestillpeoplewhoarenotbathedinthesunshine.Thebeggarisjustoneofthem.