天又下雨了。我迷迷糊糊地睁开眼睛时,雨滴已经打湿了我那褴褛的衣衫。我就用仅有的那只左手撑起身体,来到了一个蛋糕店的屋檐下。透过玻璃橱窗,我看到店里的那些人们把涂满了奶油的各色蛋糕塞进嘴里。我记不清已经多少顿没吃东西了,只能艰难地触摸那些与我隔着透明的厚厚玻璃的令我垂涎的食物。可是,同时我也看到里面那些用异样眼光看待我的人们,甚至可以听到女人们憎 It was raining again. When I stumbled open my eyes, the raindrops had wet my rags. I used my only left hand to hold up my body and came under the roof of a cake shop. Through the glass window, I saw those people in the shop stuffing buttered colored cakes into their mouths. I can’t remember how many times I haven’t eaten yet. I can only touch the foods that drove me to covet my thick transparent glass. However, at the same time, I also saw those people who looked at me with strange eyes and could even hear the women.