楼下不远,有个废品收购站。这是一个来自安徽的三口之家,租住在一个狭窄逼仄的车库里。这里,既是他们生活起居的地方,也是堆积废品的仓库。每天经过,我都会看到他们俯下身子忙着整理收来的废品。偶尔,他们会抬起头来,一个友善的微笑,从沾满灰尘的脸上绽放开来。不知为什么,每次看到他们,我总会想到“艰难”这两个字。我感叹着,这就是他们的生 Not far downstairs, there is a waste acquisition station. This is a family of three from Anhui, rented in a narrow cramped garage. Here, both for their living place, but also a warehouse of waste accumulation. Every day, I will see them leaning down and busy sorting out the collected waste. Occasionally, they will look up, a friendly smile, bloom from the dusty face. I do not know why, every time I see them, I always think of “tough” words. I lamented, this is their life