我上学的必经之路是一条热闹的商贸街。每天早晨,我闻着“鸡蛋大饼”的淡淡清香,听着炸油条的“砰砰”作响,穿过买早餐、吃早餐的熙熙攘攘,快步走向校园。然而,那一天,那幅极不和谐的画面绊住了我的脚步,永远地定格在我的记忆中。那是一个头发乱蓬蓬的老头,肤色黑得像山顶洞人,身上披着一件破旧的大棉袄,穿着好久没有洗过的很短的裤子,脚 The only way I go to school is a bustling commercial street. Every morning, I smell the faint scent of “egg pie” and listen to the banging of fried fritters. Walk through the bustling breakfasts and breakfasts and walk to the campus. However, that very day, the very discordant picture caught me in my footsteps and stuck it in my memory forever. It was a matted hair old man, dark as black as the cave people, who wore a shabby big jacket, wearing a long time did not wash the short pants, feet