摘要
时光荏苒,七年已悄悄过去,但我还记得你那张好像从未洗净过的红扑扑的小圆脸,黏糊糊的金色刘海下扑闪着一双透着悲伤的棕色小眼睛。衣服总是皱巴巴的,穿在瘦骨嶙峋的小肩上都显得有些小。你从不穿袜子,总是光脚套着一双破烂的没有鞋带的胶底运动鞋。你就像一个隐形人,对从你身旁经过的窃窃私语的路人也充满戒备。我很想做一些力所能及的事来帮你,但又不知该怎么做。一天突然灵光一现,我知道我能为你做什么了。
Seven years has gone by now. Your small round face, never quite clean enough, stringy blond bangs hanging over sad brown eyes. Clothes always wrinkled and too small on your bony shoulders, and sockless feet inside worn-out sneakers with no shoelaces. Y^u maintained an almost invisible identity, always fearful of others.
