我在学校墙外的一个角落里看见他的时候,他正在为一个阿姨专心致志地补鞋。他是一个鞋匠,中等个头,脸很圆,一头黑白夹杂的头发,乱蓬蓬的,看样子足有60多岁了。他穿一件深色的夹克,皱巴巴的,上面沾了一些灰尘和油迹,干这种活,穿不了干净的衣服。也许他感到寂寞,身边的小木箱上放 When I saw him in a corner outside the school wall, he was trying to make up a shoe for an aunt. He is a shoemaker, middle-sized, round-faced, with black and white hair, matted, as if in his 60s. He wore a dark jacket, crumpled, with some dirt and oil stains on it, to dry it and wear clean clothes. Maybe he felt lonely, surrounded by a small wooden box