一吴记者,现在,我的面前就摊着你们的报纸。《一个留守女生的悲剧》,这个标题就像一把匕首一样扎在我的心上。你的叙述与分析我都找不出什么破绽,它似乎就是这样,读者也会这样认同。我感激你对我们一家的深切同情。发表前,你也经过了我的同意。你是尊重了我们的。但是,随着心智的复苏,我才觉得事实并不是你所写的那样。本想打电话给你的,但我怕自己说得没有条理——我一悲痛起来就会混乱。于是,我就把它写 Wu reporter, now, I am in front of your newspaper. “The tragedy of a left-behind girl”, this title is like a dagger tied in my heart. I can not find narration and analysis of any flaws, it seems to be the case, the reader will agree. I am grateful to you for your deep sympathy for our family. Before you published, you passed my consent. You respect us. However, as the mind recovers, I do not think the fact is what you write. I’d like to call you, but I’m afraid I’m out of your own way - I’ll be confused when I grief. So, I’ll write it