Translate the following into Chinese. Every afternoon a file of old women passes down the road outside my house, each carrying a load of firewood. All of them are mummified with age and sun, and all of them are tiny. One day a poor old creature who could not have been more than four feet tall crept past me under a vast load of wood. I stopped her and put a five-sou piece into her hand. She answered with a shrill wail, which was partly gratitude but mainly surprise. I suppose from her point of view, by taking any notice of her, I seemed almost to be violating a law of nature. She accepted her status as an old woman, that is to say, as a beast of burden. When a family is traveling it is quite usual to see a father and a grown-up son riding ahead on donkeys and an old woman following on foot, carrying the baggage.