洛小米第一次看见他们的时候,我只有9岁。当时为了完成老师的一篇作文,我让爸爸带我去参观福利院。我抱着一个洋娃娃站在门口,目光躲闪地看了几眼坐在屋子深处的、白得耀眼的孩子,好半天都没想起来我的洋娃娃原本是带给他们的。我的作文一如既往地漂亮,毫无悬念地被老师拿着在班级上宣读。那天同学们异常地安静,老师的声音非常寂寥地飘荡在教室的上空。我一如既往地——在老师又郑重又喜悦的声音里,强烈地怀疑他念的并不是我写的作文。然后,我在老师又遥远又有激情的抑扬顿挫里,突 Luo Millet first time I saw them, I was only 9 years old. At that time, in order to complete an essay by the teacher, I asked my father to visit the welfare center. I am holding a doll in front of the door, glanced glanced glanced in the depths of the house, white dazzling children, did not think for a long time my doll was originally brought to them. My composition, as always, beautiful, without any suspense, was read by the teacher in class. The students were unusually quiet that day, the teacher’s voice is very lonely in the sky over the classroom. As always, in my teacher’s solemn and joyful voice, I strongly suspect he did not read what I wrote. Then, I am in the teacher distant and passionate cadence, sudden