地铁车厢摇摇晃晃,车轮辗过铁轨发出凄厉嘎吱声比以前更刺耳。车窗外,滴水成冰的严冬笼罩着一切。车厢里挤满冻僵的乘客,各自想着自己的心事,厌烦神态毕露。突然,有个小男孩在乘客的一条条大腿间挤过,在车厢最里面的座位坐下。他依着车窗坐,周围全是我们这些冷漠又因早起而倦意未消的大人。“好一个有胆量的小家伙。”我心里想。孩子的爸爸站在我们身后的车门旁。列车一路摇晃着钻入地下,这时,怪事发生了,而且发生得很突然。那个神态凝重的小男孩溜下座位,手搁在我的膝 The subway car rickety, the wheels rolling over the rails issued a more sarcastic than before more harsh. Outside the car window, dripping into the ice of the winter enveloped everything. The cabin filled with frozen passengers, each thinking their own thoughts, boring demeanor. Suddenly, a little boy squeezed across the passengers’ thighs and sat down inside the compartment’s innermost seat. He sat by the window, surrounded by all of us indifferent and tired as early as the adults did not eliminate. “A daring little guy,” I thought. The child’s father stood by the door behind us. The train swayed all the way into the ground, then strange things happened and happened suddenly. The dignified little boy slipped off his seat and put his hand on my knee