摘要
我走进房间，只有一个年轻人坐在那儿。“您有什么事？”他抬起头望着我。
“哦……我不太清楚……其实只是一本书……我想麻烦你……”戮结结巴巴地说。十几年与世隔绝的生活，让我简直失去了表达能力。
年轻人很耐心地听着，渐渐弄懂了我的意思。
“您是说您写了一本书？”年轻人的目光充满了好奇。
I enter a room, in which only one, young man sits. ＂What can I do for you？＂ he raises his head and looks at me.
＂Well...I＇m not quite sure...Actually it＇s just a book...I would like to bother you...＂ I＇m stuttering. Having led a secluded life for a dozen years, I scarcely have the ability to articulate myself.
But the young man is listening vely paliently. And he gets to understand what I mean.
