他在流鼻血,但他看着我。他那苍白、虚弱的外表下有一种清澈如水的东西。我打了他一耳光。他流鼻血了。我再一次遭遇到另一个自己,我的虚弱,还有跟他一样单薄、河水一样的命运。跟任何一次一样,我会跑过去抱着他哭。他的血滴落在我的脸上。我哭着嚷:你这个没用的东西呀!面对这样的弟弟,我会无端地悲悯,悲悯我们活着,要受那么多的苦。我总是想起我跟他一起放的那头小牛,听话、懂事,睁着大眼睛,满是泪水。他是贴着我长大的。那该是一个什么样的姐姐呢?健康、野性、有力气,笑声能吓跑阁楼顶的鸽子。他每晚贴着 He was nosebleed, but he looked at me. There is a clear, watery thing in his pale, weak appearance. I hit him a slap in the face. He had a nosebleed. Once again, I met another myself, my weakness, and the same flimsy, river-like fate as him. As with any time, I will run to hold him crying. His blood dripped on my face. I cried: you useless thing! In the face of such a brother, I will be mercilessly, merciful us to live, to suffer so much. I always remembered the calf I had put with him, obedient, sensible, wide-eyed, full of tears. He grew up close to me. What kind of sister is it? Healthy, wild, powerful, laughter can deter attic pigeons. He stuck it every night