I am a beggar from birth. So I don't know who my parents are. Grandpa said that he picked me up on the corner of the street. When he picked me up, I felt as if he was going to die at any time. But who knew that a little baby who was about to die would actually smile weakly when he saw an old beggar. Grandpa said that he had always been disgusted, disgusted, and looked down upon in his life, but he never expected to get a smile. It was from a little baby, so grandpa took me away, and I became a little beggar on the street. Every day I go out early and come back late to beg with my grandfather. Sometimes I am lucky and can get one or two copper coins. We can buy two hot buns, one for me and one for grandpa. Sometimes if you are unlucky, you can't get anything and you can only go hungry. This happens often. When I can't bear the hunger, my grandfather will take me to other people's orchards to steal fruits to eat. Once or twice, there are also times when I am caught, and I inevitably get beaten. But what? I don't want to go hungry, I don't want to.
It has been raining for a week, and there are no people on the street, so I haven't eaten anything for a week, and my grandpa has eaten nothing. I think there is something else worth being happy about in my life, that is meeting my grandpa.