风孩子住在风里,穿着破烂的小黑靴子,耳朵如小蘑菇从乱糟糟的头发里露出来,更像一个流浪的孩子。风孩子没有妈妈。妈妈生下他后,就变成了透明的风,飞到了遥远的地方。不过,每当季风吹来,总有一个既像风声又像呼唤风孩子的女人的声音。“谁在喊我呢?”风孩子指着天空问站长先生。站长先生是个三十岁出头的男人,一个人管理着山里的小车站,靠微薄的工资养活全家。他一听到风孩子这样奇怪的问题,顿时感觉被捉弄了似的生气地 Wind children live in the wind, wearing tattered black boots, ears, such as mushrooms from messy hair exposed, more like a wandering child. Wind children do not have moms. After the mother gave birth to him, it became a transparent wind and flew far away. However, whenever the monsoon blows, there is always the voice of a woman who winds like a wind and a child. “Who are calling me?” Wind children pointing to the sky to ask the webmaster. Mr. Webmasters is a man in his early thirties, a man in charge of the small station in the mountains, rely on meager wages to feed the whole family. As soon as he heard such a weird issue as the wind and the child, he suddenly felt teased