孩子的生活里并不全是嬉笑和欢闹,也有许多令人感伤的事件闯入他的小天地里。村里的那个醉鬼流浪汉在班房里被火烧死了,随后的一百多个晚上这件事都压在我的心头,每夜做噩梦,梦见他那张哀求的脸,跟活着时看见的可怜的面容一模一样。他的脸紧贴在窗子的铁栏杆上,身后是血红的地狱,那张脸似乎在对我说:“如果你不给我那包火柴,这一切就不会发生,你要对我的死亡负 Children’s life is not full of laughter and hilarity, but also many sentimental events broke into his little world. The drunk wanderer in the village was burnt to death in the cubicle, and for the next hundred or so nights it was all in my heart, having nightmares night after night, dreaming of his beloved face as he saw it while he was alive Poor face exactly the same. His face clinging to the iron railings of the windows, behind the bloody hell, that face seemed to say to me: ”If you do not give me that pack of matches, it will not happen, you’re going to me Negative death