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。
His bronze face was covered with wrinkles and turbid eyes, and he could see that he was weather beaten. The stiff nose is blue and purple by the cold wind, and the dark purple lips are full of wounds. This is the old shoe mender who sits at the corner of the wall in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
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。
Every time I meet the old man mending shoes, I secretly laugh in my heart. It's the time. Who mends shoes! What a fool he is! But that winter evening, on the way home from the interest class, I found a big hole in the sole of my shoe, and the piercing cold wind went straight to the sole of my foot. I was shivering with cold, "cold from the foot", and I had a long way to go from home. I looked around helplessly and saw him again. I hesitated for a moment, but decided to mend my shoes. I sat down on his little bench and handed him the shoes. He looked up at me with a deep look. He took the tools out of the old toolbox and sewed them up. I looked at him. The old man who mended his shoes was as thin as a reed pole, wearing only a jacket. I felt the tip of my nose and it was cold. Isn't the weak old man cold? "All right." The old man returned the shoes to me. I saw that the old man's hand was covered with bandages, which made people look distressed. I put on my shoes and thought: how much money does it cost to mend shoes? He said, "you go." I asked in surprise, "you haven't received the money yet!" He smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "the old man is not short of money. He is just an old man. He always wants to do something good at the end of his life and do his best for the motherland." I was stunned, an old man for the public, can bear the pain of the cold wind, but do not ask for a little reward, my eyes a hot left 20 yuan to run, what a good old man! Selfless dedication to society, I would like to pay tribute to him! I will never forget this matter. The spirit of the old man will remain in my heart forever.
