留在心里的印象
<p>他，古铜色的脸上爬满了皱纹，混浊的眼睛，看出他饱经风霜。挺挺的鼻子被寒风吹得青一块紫一块，暗紫色的嘴唇上满是伤口，这就是那位不论春夏秋冬都坐在墙角的补鞋老人。</p><p><span word="His">His</span> <span word="bronze">bronze</span> <span word="face">face</span> <span word="was">was</span> <span word="covered">covered</span> <span word="with">with</span> <span word="wrinkles">wrinkles</span> <span word="and">and</span> <span word="turbid">turbid</span> <span word="eyes">eyes</span>, <span word="and">and</span> <span word="he">he</span> <span word="could">could</span> <span word="see">see</span> <span word="that">that</span> <span word="he">he</span> <span word="was">was</span> <span word="weather">weather</span> <span word="beaten">beaten</span>. <span word="The">The</span> <span word="stiff">stiff</span> <span word="nose">nose</span> <span word="is">is</span> <span word="blue">blue</span> <span word="and">and</span> <span word="purple">purple</span> <span word="by">by</span> <span word="the">the</span> <span word="cold">cold</span> <span word="wind">wind</span>, <span word="and">and</span> <span word="the">the</span> <span word="dark">dark</span> <span word="purple">purple</span> <span word="lips">lips</span> <span word="are">are</span> <span word="full">full</span> <span word="of">of</span> <span word="wounds">wounds</span>. <span word="This">This</span> <span word="is">is</span> <span word="the">the</span> <span word="old">old</span> <span word="shoe">shoe</span> <span word="mender">mender</span> <span word="who">who</span> <span word="sits">sits</span> <span word="at">at</span> <span word="the">the</span> <span word="corner">corner</span> <span word="of">of</span> <span word="the">the</span> <span word="wall">wall</span> <span word="in">in</span> <span word="spring">spring</span>, <span word="summer">summer</span>, <span word="autumn">autumn</span> <span word="and">and</span> <span word="winter">winter</span>.</p><p>每次碰到补鞋老人，我心里都暗暗发笑，都这个时代了，谁还补鞋啊！他真傻！但那个冬天的傍晚，我从兴趣班走回家的路上，发现鞋底不知什么时候破了个大洞，刺骨的寒风直往脚底钻，我冷得瑟瑟发抖，“寒从脚起”呀，离家还有好长一段路。我无助地向四周环顾，又看见了他。我犹豫了一下，但还是决定把鞋补一下。我坐到他那小板凳上，把鞋递给他，他抬起头深沉地看了我一眼，便从陈旧的工具箱里取出工具缝补起来。我打量着他，这个补鞋老人瘦得像芦苇杆，身上只披了一件夹克衫，我摸了摸鼻尖冷得冰凉，这弱不禁风的老人不冷吗？“好了。”老人把鞋还给了我，我看到了老人那只手贴满了创可贴，让人看起来心疼。我穿上鞋正想：补鞋要的钱多不多啊？他便说：“你走吧。”我惊讶地问：“你还没收钱呢！”他苦笑着摇摇头说：“老头子，又不是缺钱，只是人老了，总想在生命的最后做点好事，为这个祖国尽一份力吗。”我愣了，一个老人为了大众，可以忍受寒风的痛苦，却不索取一点点报酬，我眼眶一热撇下20元钱跑了，多好的老人啊！无私为社会奉献，我要向他致敬！这件事我一直难以忘怀，老人的精神永远留在我的心中。</p>
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