异客

弯曲的身子,惆怅的背影； 缩紧的眉宇,他的故事。

默默啃着饼干——他没法子。脸带微笑领着钞票，只盼望家人能早日收到。

噢！你是从哪来？他腼腆地嘀咕着；毕竟他并不属于这里。

一天的忙碌，为换来孩子能无忧无虑地上学、让母亲的医药费、上大学的庞大学费有着落。

孤身在外地工作，喜从何而来？亦喜亦愁，只在一线之间。

Foreign

His story is one of troubles, twists, sad melancholies.

Gnawing biscuits out of despair in silence.

Yet his face brightens up at the sight of his family receiving his hard-earned cash.

Hi, where are you from? He muttered in silence, for there's no sense of belonging here.

A hectic day at work to meet the demands of life;

for the child who could attend school merrily,

the payment of mum's medical fees & the exorbitant fee of college.

All alone out there, where does happiness come from?

It's a bittersweet joy being in a foreign land.