“孩子,你乐意替我读点东西吗?”当我刚躲到铁轨旁的一个桥洞里时,那个正坐在火堆旁烤火的老流浪汉就问我。我点了点头。老流浪汉把背包从背上拿下来,把包里的东西一股脑儿全倒在地上。我站在一边默默地看着他。“在这里,孩子!”他兴奋地叫道。“那是什么东西?”我从来没见过上面贴着邮票的纸卡片。“是像信一样的东西吗?”我 “Are you willing to read something for me, boy?” “When I was hiding in a bridge near a railroad track, the old tramp who was sitting on the side of the fire roasted the fire and asked me. I nodded. The old wanderer took the backpack off his back and poured everything in his bag into the ground. I stood silently watching him. ”Here, kid! “ He exclaimed excitedly. ”What’s that?“ ”I’ve never seen a paper card with a stamp on it. “Is it the same thing as the letter?”