那一幕，让我难以忘怀。
That scene is unforgettable for me.
清晨，天还没有大亮，浓雾覆盖了我的周围，我拿起垃圾走出了楼门，刚一出门，我全身都不由得哆嗦了一下，唉！这天可真冷，我手中的垃圾袋差点掉在了地上。
In the early morning, before dawn, thick fog covered my surroundings. I picked up the garbage and walked out of the building. As soon as I left, I couldn't help but shiver all over my body. Sigh! It was really cold that day, and the garbage bag in my hand almost fell to the ground.
快到垃圾桶了，我又看见了那个熟悉的身影，尽管雾很大，很浓，但还是能看出他是天天出来捡破烂的老爷爷。他年过七旬，黑瘦黑瘦的，戴着一顶草帽，走路时都把胳膊叉在背后，干瘦而又粗糙的手上拿着一把生锈的镰刀。它是用来挑破烂的。那只手也不闲着。拎着装破烂用的口袋。有时捡的多，他就背在肩上。这便是他本来就驼的背更加佝偻，本来就不利索的脚步更加的蹒跚。来自作文吧 zUOwENbA.net
Approaching the trash can, I saw that familiar figure again. Despite the thick fog, I could still tell that he was an old man who came out every day to pick up trash. He is over seventy years old, black and thin, wearing a straw hat, always crossing his arms behind his back when walking, and holding a rusty sickle in his dry and rough hands. It is used for picking up junk. That hand is not idle either. A pocket for carrying tattered clothes. Sometimes when he picks up too much, he just carries it on his shoulder. This made his already hunched back even more hunched, and his already unsteady steps even more unsteady.
等我到垃圾箱前他也到了那儿。因为要挑垃圾，他不得不把半个身体都探进垃圾箱里。这对身体十分不好的他好像是个挑战，他先将小镰刀和口袋放下。然后从口袋中拿出一个破烂不堪的小泡沫箱，放在脚下，他在箱子上慢慢的弓下腰，把手伸进臭气熏天的垃圾箱里。看着这位老人，我心中五味杂粮不知是同情，是酸楚，是可怜……
He also arrived there before I reached the trash can. Because he had to pick up garbage, he had to put half of his body into the garbage bin. This seems to be a challenge for him, who is very physically ill. He first put down the sickle and pocket. Then he took out a shabby little foam box from his pocket and put it under his feet. He bent down slowly on the box and put his hand into the stinking dustbin. Looking at this old man, I don't know if the five flavors of mixed grains in my heart are sympathy, sourness, or pity; …
愣了一会儿我忽然闻到一股臭味儿拉回了我的思绪，我连忙把两个塑料瓶递给她，她抬起头，一直忙着搜寻的手也停了下来。我发现她那双眼睛已经被岁月磨损的浑浊不清，他向我一笑，我也向他一笑，刚想走，她对我说了一句：“谢谢，好孩子。”我停住了，心里突然一酸。有点儿想哭……
After a moment of hesitation, I suddenly smelled a foul odor that brought my thoughts back. I quickly handed her two plastic bottles, and she lifted her head. Her hand, which had been busy searching, also stopped. I noticed that her eyes had become murky and blurred from the wear and tear of time. He smiled at me, and I smiled at him too. Just as she was about to leave, she said to me:; Thank you, good child. ” I stopped, feeling a sudden sourness in my heart. I feel a bit like crying… …
我永远忘不了那个清晨和那个拾垃圾的老爷爷……
I will never forget that morning and that old grandpa who picked up garbage; …