A simple old man Lao Wang is the poorest man in the village. He has no house and lives in a guard shed on the threshing floor at the head of the village. He is very thin, and his clothes are washed gray and patched. He has a pair of eyes and lives alone in the wind and rain. He usually has nothing to say, but everyone always says: I am Wang San, 62 years old. I'm Wang San, 63 years old. I'm Wang San, and I'm 64 years old! I'm Wang San, and I'm 65 years old! ..... Day after day, year after year, what remains unchanged is his smile when he said this sentence. Everyone in Wuli and Sanxiang knows Wang San, and everyone knows that he makes a living by collecting junk. Once, when he was rummaging through the garbage, he suddenly shouted, and he found a passbook. He opened his mouth with joy and told everyone. The people who listened also said: What a coincidence, 50,000 yuan! He knocked on doors and finally came out empty-handed. My family always tells everyone about Lao Wang's good deeds and always gives Lao Wang something to eat on holidays. In winter, the river freezes, and naughty children go skating and make holes every day. Unexpectedly, one child fell into the ice cave, and the other children cried and shouted, making a mess. Lao Wang was collecting hay by the river when he heard the cry for help. He also fell into the water. The water is more than half a person deep, so he quickly asked the children to call the adults. Finally, the child was rescued, but Lao Wang fell behind the root of the disease and his body went from bad to worse. People often visit him, and he always smiles and forgets to say: I am Wang San, and I am 68 years old this year! Every time the villagers go to the market, they have to cross the river. They wade in summer and tread on mud in winter. Some people proposed to build a small bridge, but because the cost needs to be negotiated with neighboring villages, it is difficult to reach an agreement, so for many years, the small bridge only existed in people's dreams. One day, it was found that Lao Wang began to move stones to the river. Over time, people found that Lao Wang was building a bridge alone. The villagers talked a lot, but no one really helped him He still smiled when he spoke, but in the end he didn't say it: I am Wang San, and I am 75 years old this year! He is dead. On the day of burial, many people went to the funeral, which was a large funeral in our village. I've never heard of any family using Lao Wang to reprimand their children and grandchildren. For many years, people in Wuli and Sanxiang can still remember this man. Every time I walk on the bridge and look at rows of new houses in the village, my heart will break. Alas, the poorest person in our village has gone ... a very simple old man.