她走出工厂,站在旧金山繁华的街头,习惯性地低头看看手表。五点四十五分。天已经黑了,落日仅剩的一点余晖仍在天边闪耀。她对着手心哈了口气,希望能让自己暖和一点。她孤零零地走在回家的路上,想着,如果能有5美元该多好,那样她就可以给孩子们买点吃的,晚餐也不用再费尽心思把剩饭剩菜变换一下重 She walked out of the factory, standing in the bustling streets of San Francisco, habitually looked down at the watch. Five forty-five. The sky is dark, the rest of the sunset is still glittering in the sky. She took a look at the palm of his hand and hoped to make her feel warmer. She walked alone on her way home thinking, if it could be $ 5, so much so that she could buy something for her children, and her dinner would not have to be changed anymore.