脸上的胡须一是一,二是二,根根数得清,像离离原上草,剃刀刮不尽,春风吹又生。那一双眼睛总是睁着,专看眼前有没有贫穷的可怜人。眼睛睁久了,累得有一点点眯缝,眼角和眼下都累出 Face beard one is one, two is two, the number of roots clear, like leaving the original grass, razor scratch endless, spring breeze again. The eyes were always open, looking at the poor and the poor. Eyes open long, tired a little bit narrowing, eyes and now are tired out