What sentences describe beggars' clothes?

The weather is getting hotter every day, and in the pavilion of the street leisure square, I don't know from which day, a unkempt beggar appeared.

Dirty long hair, dirty coat, dirty shirtless and dirty shorts, he has all the characteristics of a beggar. The difference is that he can play the flute A clean bamboo flute is always placed on his dirty mouth in the morning and blows through the fog.

Outside the pavilion, old people dressed in white and red in twos and threes do morning exercises, dance swords and do exercises, and portable tape recorders play lively songs.

The beggar closed his eyes and played the flute alone. The music he played was obviously a lingering butterfly lovers.

Rainbow Wan Li is full of flowers/butterflies in flowers are in pairs/a thousand years are inseparable/Liang Zhu ...

Why does this middle-aged beggar play this sad tune every day?

Because of his existence, I stayed away from the gazebo, but butterfly lovers is my favorite song. He plays beautifully and is full of sadness. The relaxed music of the old people can't hide his bamboo flute. Butterfly lovers's lingering flute, like dewdrops, entered my ears coolly, filled my heart coldly and filled my mind with sadness. This tortured music, this inexplicable beggar!

A windy morning brought me into close contact with beggars.

A butterfly, lying on my road, pulls my hurried steps. An old butterfly, once colorful, has withered like a yellow leaf. The old butterfly, oh, the strong wind blew it to the ground, and it could not fly any more, flapping its weak wings in vain.

The gloomy sky, the morning in late spring is so gloomy, there are few pedestrians and people doing morning exercises, which is too far from here. No one can help me, only beggars are closer to me.

I know I should pick up the old butterfly and put it on the grass or branches to avoid it being trampled, but I am a little girl and dare not catch any kunyun and small animals with my hands. Who can help me? Only this beggar who is still playing butterfly lovers with his eyes closed.

"Ah, you, you, please come here. Do me a favor, will you? " I shouted.

Finally, he understood that I was calling him, put down the bamboo flute, got up slowly and came to me hesitantly.

Just then, from the street building, a fat old lady came out like a gust of wind. She quickly overtook me, wearing leather shoes, stepping on the old butterfly without scruple, and even deliberately turning the soles heavily.

"ah!" There was a cry of pain in my heart.

"I thought it was rhubarb leaves." The fat woman looked at my fiery eyes and stopped to explain.

If you know what you stepped on, why did you step on it so hard? Can fallen leaves be trampled at will? I can't bear to see the fragments of the old butterfly again. The beggar standing by gradually appeared a little crystal in his eyes, which attracted me to follow him into the pavilion unconsciously.

The beggar sat on the stone bench, still picked up the bamboo flute, closed his eyes and blew "Butterfly Lovers". I saw two lines of clear tears hanging on his dirty face and flowing slowly. Underground, the newspaper where he lives is full of the blue English letters of the boss: I love you, I love you, I love you ... shocking.

Lightning and thunder, heavy raindrops hit the flowers and plants outside the pavilion and hit my heart hard. I strode out of the pavilion in the rain. Only the sad bamboo flute, accompanied by the rain in the world, beat my heart and made me feel a sudden pain.