卖鞋油的人 Promoting The Sale Of Shoe Polish - Poem by qin xing
He stopped me in the street,
Take out a piece of old towel wipe shoes benting down to give me.
I was surprised at his act,
A man so humble.
I said don't have to rub,
It is in the dust.
He said the shoe is free of charge.
Face honest and humility.
My mind was not calm.
How can let a man in the street for my shoes?
But he was bent down and knelt on the ground to clean my shoes.
The dust of the shoes has been erased,
I looked at him again,
No new old clothes but clean and tidy,
Regular facial features,
Cautious and humble behavior.
He took out a box of shoe polish marketing,
I bought in the hesitation.
It have been worthless the box of shoe polish for me.
But it often let me think about a problem:
Why did I buy it?
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