一个寒冷的冬夜,熙熙攘攘的街上,匆匆的人影匆匆闪过,劳累了一天的人们恨不得马上飞到温馨的家里。这时,一个拖着线的毛线团滚落在地上,被人们在不经意间踢来踢去,没有人有时间去理会它的存在。毛线团越滚越小,就在毛线团要散开的时候,停在了一个小女孩的 On a cold winter night, the hurried silhouettes rushed through the bustling streets, and people who had been tired all day were desperate to fly to their homes. At this time, a dragged string of yarn was rolled onto the ground and kicked by people inadvertently. No one had time to care about its existence. The piles are getting smaller and smaller, and they stop at a little girl when the knits are scattered.