How to write the word "abuse"?

On a cold winter evening, after work, I strolled out of the gate of a Chinese newspaper in Tangrenkou, San Francisco, and walked to the nearby bus stop. In the cold wind, several foreigners waited in twos and threes in front of the station. The bus to Staten Street was late, and with the cold smoke, my hand was deeply buried in my trouser pocket. An elderly woman who was faltering came slowly. Standing next to me for a while, he suddenly turned to me, afraid to speak, and asked in Cantonese, "Sir, how do you write abusive words?" Her voice was dry. She slowly handed me a piece of paper and a pen. "which word is' abuse'?" "Abuse. After taking a pen and paper, he wrote about me, thinking: This old woman must have been wronged. Looking at the written words, she thanked her softly; But don't move, if there is still hope. I asked with concern, "Why did Auntie write this word?" "Complain, I want to complain!" She replied with tears in her eyes. Perhaps she found a rare person to talk to. The old woman almost poured her bitter water on the street: "I help my daughter and son-in-law take care of the children, cook and wash clothes every day, and I do all the housework. "After years of hard work, I am tired and uncomfortable. Now my hands and feet are clumsy, and my son-in-law scolds me at both ends for three days, sometimes hitting me and not eating. It's cruel of you to kick me out of the house today! Tell me where to go! " The pouring of blood and tears made my heart tremble. "Your daughter?" "I am afraid of my husband and say nothing." "The son-in-law is so wicked, how can he be so heartless?" "What about your husband?" "In Guangzhou." "Why don't you go back?" "Where can I get the ticket money?" I shook my head slowly, and I was very attentive to her, and my heart was heavy and angry. Looking at the old woman's sad and helpless face, she felt deep sympathy. I just hate that I just came to the United States, and my income is low, so I can't afford my travel expenses to get her out of the unfortunate human suffering. "Aunt, where are you going to complain?" I don't know. The faint confused answer made me think about the intention of swearing-will it be used as an excuse to expect some help, not just to know the simple way to write swearing? I saw a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on my nose. I am neatly dressed and gentle. I think this compatriot should be trustworthy, and even I may be helpful. Why else did you find me? Where does the old lady know? As a stranger here, I really don't know what institution is suitable for asking for help and complaining. She doesn't even know that I'm just a part-time poor man. Although she met a stranger in the street, I couldn't bear to ignore her. Ruan Nang is shy and doesn't want to disappoint the old man, so what other ways can help her? While speaking, I have missed a bus, and it is getting darker and darker. Urgent and bitter, I suddenly remembered that I had just arrived in San Francisco and was warmly recommended by Jianmin Center. So he had a brainwave and pointed out to her that there was a Jianmin Center at the end of Staten Street near the tunnel entrance. Look for them, maybe you will get some help. "I pointed to the direction of Staten Street and added," Not far. Give it a try. " The old woman nodded silently. Another bus came, so I had to say goodbye to the old lady, boarding the bus with a feeling of regret and regret that I couldn't help others effectively, and even with a hint of perfunctory self-blame. Out of the window, in the twilight, I saw an old woman with white hair fluttering in the cold wind, standing on the street with a blank face ... I was in the car, and my mind was still full of the battered, wronged and helpless face of the old woman, and my thoughts kept rolling. Slight self-mockery, except for some ineffective pity and a suggestion that may not be useful. As a new immigrant who is honest and honest, what can I do? I sincerely pray that the poor old woman can get help from God, leave the miserable and helpless life of relying on her relatives and return to China to live alone with her wife. Wen bian//Huai min