The Poor——皮皮作文网

When the winter was coming, He had already stayed at the Student Bridge near our school. He was a beggar. The dark-yellow skin of him was covered with wrinkles. He always wore an old army coat. It was torn and dirty, with full of patches. And he wore a thin trousers, stayed on the icy floor all the day. Under his legs, I vaguly saw an empty pant.

He nearly didn’t say a word. Poor became him speechless. Only little time. He shout faintly and huskily to pedestrains, ‘Please,please...’ But everybody walked away hurriedly. None of people paid any attention to him, paid attention to this humble beggar. Sometimes, He could only look at his empty small cylinder, and sighed by himself.

The weather was getting colder and colder . That was a snowy day. When every pupils all wore down jackets. He was still wearing his thin clothes. The snow was falling down. Like white and small elves. They became the ground white. He still stood there. Let snow fell on his body. The snow fell on his face, the snow fell on his clothes , fell on his empty pant... He was very quiet, like a silver statue...

When the last snow melt, the spring is coming. But in this season that the birds’twitter and fragrance of flowers. He goes away . And he has never come back...