这是一个很老的老太太,头上裹着一块很旧的蓝布巾,身上套着很厚的破棉袄,满脸的寿斑和皱纹。眼睛很小,无神,眼底泛着混浊。出来接钱的手枯枝一般,干瘦,没有血色。
This is a very old lady, with a very old blue cloth towel on her head and a thick torn cotton padded jacket on her body. Her face is full of age spots and wrinkles. The eyes are small and lifeless, and the fundus is muddy. The hand that comes out to collect money is withered, thin and bloodless.
她用鸡爪似的手来接钱,看是一百元的,没有接,埋头从很深的衣襟中取出一个小小的红布包裹,颤抖着打开,是几张十元的,她数了数,又摇了摇头。“找不开。”她说。“那……”我收回那张大票,又把七角钱给她:“剩下的一角下次给吧。”她抬头看了我一眼,深藏在皱纹里的小眼睛亮了一亮,随即又低下了头,收下了七角钱。
She took the money with her claw like hand. It looked like 100 yuan, but she didn't take it. She took a small red cloth package out of her deep skirt and opened it with trembling. It was several pieces of 10 yuan. She counted them and shook her head again. "I can't find it." She said. "Then..." I took back the large ticket and gave her seventy cents: "the remaining dime will be given next time." She looked up at me, and her little eyes, which were deep in wrinkles, brightened. Then she lowered her head and took in seventy cents.
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