有一次,我走在大街上,周围人群熙熙攘攘,非常热闹。突然,不知道从哪里冒出来两个小孩,扯住我的衣袖,抬起脏兮兮的小脸,望着我。黑乎乎的小脸被冻得干裂,嘴巴上方还挂着两行清鼻涕。然后,两只同样脏兮兮的小手伸出来,掌心朝上向着我。我大概能猜出他们的经历。也许是家境贫寒又横祸连生才不得已出来行乞,也许是被拐卖到别人手里做以怜悯获利的工具。如果是前一种,我一定 Once, I walk in the street, the crowd around the bustling, very lively. Suddenly I did not know where to pop up two children, grabbed my sleeve, lifted my dirty little face and looked at me. Black little face was frozen to crack, hanging above the mouth with two lines of clear nose. Then two equally dirty hands stretched out, palm up toward me. I can probably guess their experience. It may be that poor and troubled families are forced to go out and beg for beggars, perhaps the tools that are trafficked into the hands of others for profit. If the first one, I must