他是一个盲孩子。在他的世界里,没有光亮,没有色彩。他是一个永远生活在黑夜里的孩子。他无法亲近别的小伙伴,只能静静地坐在一旁,听他们说笑嬉戏。他还喜欢听乌儿黎明时的叫声,春风从耳边吹过的声音,连蜜蜂扇动翅膀的声音他也很喜欢听。他的日子过得很寂寞。 He is a blind boy. In his world, there is no light, no color. He is a child who lives forever in the dark. He could not get close to other friends, he could only sit quietly and listen to them laughing and playing. He also liked to hear the sounds of Wuer dawn, the sound of the spring breeze blowing from his ear, and even the bee’s wings, he liked to hear it. His life is very lonely.