我出生在一个潮湿的雨天。我蜷缩在湿乎乎的麦垛里,凉风呼呼地吹,妈妈紧紧地把我们兄弟姐妹护在身下。我们天生就是流浪狗。我出生后没几天,我的兄弟姐妹相继夭折,只剩下我和妈妈相依为命。妈妈已不再年轻了,面对一个个孩子的离去,她总是一个人呆呆地趴着,很久很久。然后, I was born on a wet rainy day. I curled up in the wet barn, the breeze whirring, my mother tightly under our brothers and sisters. We are born stray dogs. A few days after I was born, my brothers and sisters died one after another, leaving me and my mother alone. Mother is no longer young, in the face of a child’s departure, she was always a person lying blankly, long, long time. then,