That holiday morning I didn't have to attend school. Usually, on holiday, mother1me to sleep in. And I would certainly take full advantage of it .On this particular morning, 2.I felt like getting up early.
I stood by my window overlooking the 3, having nothing better to do. But as it turned out, I was soon to learn about something 4in life.
As I watched several people go by, get into their cars and drive off, I5an old man on a bicycle with a bucket on its 6and a basket of rags and bottles on its back—carrige.He7from one ear to another ,washing and cleaning them. From the water on the ground, it seemed that he had already 8washing and cleaning about a dozen or more ears. He must have begun to work quite early in the morning .
Several thoughts 9my mind as I watched him work. He wasn't well—dressed. He had on a pair of shorts and a (an)10T—shirt. The bicycle he rode was not by any means the kind modern 11would want to be seen riding on. But he seemed 12with life. There he was ,working hard at his small business,13at passers—by and stopping to chat now and then 14elderly men and women on their way to the market nearby.
There was a noticeable touch of 15in the way he seemed to be doing things —16the windscreen(挡风玻璃)，then standing back to admire it，scrubbing(擦净)the wheel and 17, standing back to see what they looked like after the scrub.
It was a 18to learn, I felt. At no age need one have to beg for a19if one has good health and is willing to work hard .For a while I felt 20of myself. Young as I am —just sixteen, and there was this old man who must have been usefully engaged perhaps before the Sun appeared above the horizon.
