我家对面的捡垃圾阿婆出事了,我心里感到非常沉重,久久不能释怀。往时的病痛和艰辛我都能泰然处之,而由于火灾死去的捡垃圾阿婆却让我常常感到恍惚和失落。不写这点文字,我真的很难受,无际的孤独和自责时常无情地袭击我的灵魂。这时我就坐在我的书桌边,窗外飘洒着冰冷的冬雨,呼呼的北风敲打着我的窗棂。从我书房窗口鸟瞰下去便见到捡垃圾阿婆的那 Across from my lady picking up trash accidents, and my heart felt very heavy, long time can not be relieved. The pain and hardships of the past I can empathize, and the death of the fire picking up trash lady made me often feel trance and loss. Without writing this text, I am really uncomfortable, endless loneliness and self-blame often attack my soul mercilessly. At this moment I was sitting at my desk, the window was floated with a freezing winter rain, whirring the north wind beat my window. From my study window, we will see the lady picking rubbish