周一清早,我背着书包上学时看到一个老人吃力地在垃圾堆里认真的翻看什么,只穿着一件破围裙,飘落下来的几根银发随风舞动,脚上穿着破旧的拖鞋,在寒风中仿佛述说着她的苦楚。我过去问:“老奶奶这么大年纪了,您怎么干这种活?”“唉,为了生活呀!”“那您没有儿女吗?”“当然有,三个儿子,都成家了!”“那您怎么不在家享福呢?”“享福?他们都大了,成家了!谁都不愿养我这个老骨头了。”我气愤地说:“那是违法的,您可以去告他们呀!”“唉!都是自己的心头肉呀!怎么 Early on Monday morning, when I was carrying my schoolbag and went to school, I saw an old man strenuously looking through the rubbish and wearing only a piece of apron. A few silver hair falling in the wind danced on her feet and worn old slippers. The cold wind seemed to describe her pain. I used to ask: ”Grandma is so old, how do you do this kind of work?“ ”Oh, in order to live!“ ”You have no children?“ Of course, three sons, ”“ Enjoyment of happiness they are big, married! No one wants to raise my old bones. ”I said angrily: “ That is illegal, you can tell them ah! ”" Oh! All my heart meat! How