快走上桥的时候,我看见了一个孩子。约摸有4岁了吧,白白的光头上一无所有,两只眼睛此时有些发了狠的样子。他推着一辆小车,正用力想把它推上桥。桥有些长,桥坡也有些陡,人行道还比行车道更高些。他或许是已经用了吃奶的力气,才把这小车推到了这桥坡的中央。此时是黄昏,罕有车子驶过,于是红艳艳的太阳光照在桥和流逝不息的水面上,显得格外宁静。我看见几个中年妇女正在远处说着什么,我不知道哪个是这孩子的母亲。这可真是年轻的没有经验的母亲了,竟然能让这么幼小的孩子推车上这么一座大桥的坡。于是我有些不忍,便走了过去,拿起了孩子费了许多力的小车,对我来说,这是多么轻而易举的事啊! As I walked up to the bridge, I saw a child. About 4-year-old right now, nothing in the empty bald, two eyes at this time some made a ruthless look. He pushed a car and was trying hard to push it to the bridge. The bridge is somewhat long, the bridge slope is also steep, the sidewalks are taller than the driveway. He may have been using the power to feed, before pushing this car to the center of this bridge. At this time is the dusk, a rare car passing, so bright red sun and the endless passage of time on the water, it is particularly quiet. I saw a few middle-aged women are saying something in the distance, I do not know which is the child’s mother. This is really young and inexperienced mother, and even so young children can make such a bridge on the slope. So I could not bear to go somewhere and walked past and picked up a lot of power from the children’s car. To me, how easy it is!