天下着雨,他在街角的屋檐下坐着,眼神有些恍惚。在他前面有他小小的家当:一条低矮的木凳,一个大大的黑包,包里有鞋刷、鞋油,还有一块绸布,这绸布用于他为客人擦鞋的最后一道工序。据说,每双鞋经过他的最后一道工序,总能达到锃亮如新的程度。此时,他呆呆地看着街上的人流和车流,他的生活与这些绝尘而去的车子没关系,却与车上下来的人有关系。他喜欢那些开着车子的人,每次只要他们把车子停下,他就 It rained, he sat under the eaves of the corner, his eyes a little trance. In front of him there was his little home: a low wooden bench, a big black bag with a shoe brush, a shoe polish, and a silk cloth, which was used for the last of his shoes for the guests Process. It is said that each pair of shoes through his last process, always reach as bright as a new level. At this moment, he stared blankly at the crowd and the traffic in the street. His life was not related to these absolutely deserted cars, but it was related to those who came down. He likes those who drive the car, whenever they stop the car, he will