记得小时候,家门前来了一个乞丐。他想讨一点钱,但大人们只愿意给他一点米。他被赶走后,我偷偷从床底掏出存了好些日子的零钱,跑出门去追上他。我把钱放到他的手心,那一瞬间,我看到了他掌心纷乱的、灰黑的纹路。他朝我点点头,喉咙抖动着,像要发出什么声音,但没有发出来。我赶紧跑了,跑了好远,又停下来,看着他。他慢慢往前走去,背影消失在清晨的红光中。 I remember a kid came home a beggar. He wants to talk a little money, but adults are only willing to give him a meter. After he was expelled, I secretly pulled out from the bed and kept a few days for change, ran out to catch up with him. I put the money in his palm, that moment, I saw his palm chaotic, dark lines. He nodded to me, his throat shaking, as if to make any noise, but did not send it out. I ran quickly ran a long way, stopped and looked at him. He walked slowly back, the back disappeared in the early morning light.