Forgotten people are also people who make us remember deeply. ...
There is a waste collection point in front of my house. The waste collector is an old man, although I have passed by.
I often pass him by, but I never look him in the eye. One day, grandma asked me to put the old man who collected waste products
Call upstairs to collect waste, I'm too lazy to go downstairs, open the window and shout:
"Waste collectors, come up." "Good" came from downstairs. The old man came over. He looks over 60 years old.
He was dressed in black, with deep wrinkles, a dirty red baseball cap on his head and a sack on his shoulder.
Black hand holding an old steelyard.
I pointed to a pile of old books in the corner:
"This is the pile." Then you have to stand by and watch. He put the old books and newspapers in a big sack, hung the big sack on the steelyard, laboriously lifted it and looked at the steelyard in the sun.
He said: "exactly two kilograms, one kilogram is one and a half kilograms, and two kilograms is three and a half kilograms." Then he took out a few.
A dirty bill was given to me, and I took it into the house.
In the evening, when I was watching TV, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and looked at it again.
An old man who collects waste showed me a book and said that this book is used by me to sort out waste newspapers.
I found out then. I asked you if you sold it wrong.
"I see that is my exam review materials this semester. My grandmother must have accidentally sold it as an old book. I quickly said:
Useful! Useful! Thank you very much
"He smiled and said," it's okay, I'm afraid you are useful. Come and ask, take it with you if it's useful, as long as it doesn't delay your use.
"Say that finish, he went away. In the sunset, his back looks tall.
From then on, I took the initiative to say hello to him every time I passed his junkyard.
He always responded to me with a silly smile and said, "I'm back." It's such a common thing, too common.
A person, but deeply moved by me.