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Eyes of Kindness善意的眼神It was a bitter cold evening in northern Virginia many years ago. The old man’s beard was glazed by winter’s frost while he waited for a ride across the river. The wait seemed endless. His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind.多年前，在北弗吉尼亚的一个寒冷夜晚，一位老人正等着有人把他带过河，他的胡子已经被这冬日的严寒冻得像块玻璃了。这种等待好像遥遥无期。他的身体在这寒冷的北风中被冻得麻木而僵硬。He heard the faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves galloping along the frozen path. Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend. He let the first one passed by without any effort to get his attention, then another passed by, and another. Finally, the last rider neared the spot where the old man sat like a snow statue. As this one draw near, the old man caught the rider’s eye and said, “sir, would you mind giving an old man a ride to the other side? There doesn’t appear to be a passage way by foot.”他听到了一阵模糊而又持续的、有节奏的马蹄声正从上冻的小路上缓缓传来。他焦虑地注视着几个骑马者转过路弯。当他们一个一个过去时，老人没有做任何努力来引起他们的注意。最终，最后一个骑马者驶近，老人站在那里已经成了一个雪雕。当骑手慢慢接近时，老人看到了骑马人的眼神，他说：“先生，你能把我带过河吗?这里没有可以