I saw an old woman picking up rubbish.
Bow down, carrying a basket and holding long pliers.
The mites hobbled along with broken steps.
Walking in the trash can of the community
Rummaging through an empty bottle and a piece of scrap metal.
In her eyes, even the smallest thing is valuable.
The old woman said, "I want to make a living by selling it."
every day
See some disabled children
Sit cross-legged on a futon
Looking at a broken bowl
Look blankly at passers-by
Silently expecting every sympathy coin.
Look forward to every charity.
They said, "dignity and survival, we choose to survive."
every day
Saw a group of migrant workers
Sweating in rags, chewing pickles and radish strips.
In the hot sun, in the storm.
Do heavy work
Get a few poor wages.