傍晚,街上正是车水马龙的时候,孩子他爸让儿子过十字路口到吕老师家去送个信儿,隔壁房间我听得真切。出来问时,儿子已拔步要跑。“走路边!”“知道了!”匆忙中的一问一答,儿子已不见踪影了。我看了一会儿书,便有点牵挂儿子。门外这个东西路段,每天跑载重大车,公路几乎被轧烂了, In the evening, when the street was overflowing, his father asked his son to cross the road to Mrs. Lu’s home to send a letter. The next room I heard was real. When asked to come out, his son has been pulling to run. “Walking!” “Got it!” In a hastily one-to-one answer, his son has disappeared. I read a book for a while, a little worried about his son. Outside the door this section of the road, carrying a heavy car every day, the road was almost rotten,