The Old Man at the Bus Stop
公交站的那位老人
Every morning I wait for the number seven bus at the stop near my home. Last Monday, an old man with a walking stick was standing beside me in the rain.
每天早上我都在家附近的站点等七路公交车。上周一，一位拄着拐杖的老人和我一起站在雨里。
When the bus came, it was crowded, but a young woman stood up and gave him her seat. The old man thanked her again and again, and his wet hat dripped on the floor.
公交车来时车上很挤，一位年轻女士站起来把座位让给了他。老人一遍又一遍地道谢，他湿透的帽子往地上滴水。
Then he opened his bag and took out some small paper flowers to give her. He said he made them at home because he had nothing else to offer.
然后他打开包，拿出几朵自己做的纸花送给那位女士。他说这是他在家做的，因为他没有别的东西可以相送。
The whole bus went quiet for a second, and then people began to smile. I got off at my stop thinking that kindness can be small and still very bright.
整辆车安静了一秒，然后人们开始笑起来。我在自己的站下车时想：善意可以很小，但依然很明亮。