八岁还是九岁的那年,我住在香港,有一回在最热闹的中环街上和姐姐走散了。在努力地左奔右跑试了一阵子之后,我终于明白自己是回不去了,吓得魂飞魄散,一个人站在马路边大哭了起来,一面哭一面还向聚过来看热闹的路人哀求:“请你带我回家好吗?” At the age of eight or nine, I lived in Hong Kong, and one time I was separated from my sister on the busiest Central Street. After trying my best to run right and left for a while, I finally realized that I was unable to go back and was terrified. One stood by the side of the road and cried, crying and looking at the lively passers-by : “Please take me home?”