傍晚,我去一家少儿图书馆。在门口,遇到一位妈妈在呵斥孩子。妈妈大概是遇到不顺心的事了吧,一腔怒火喷射而出:“你怎么这么笨,连一本书都不会借?”“你就不会像某某某?”“喂,你哑巴啦?”被骂的是一位大约10岁的女孩,她低头看着自己的影子,没有一点声音,但是整个身子都在瑟瑟发抖。她微微抬起眼,又不敢看妈妈。我在旁边看得真是难过。这个沉默的小小的身体,她内在的声音,发脾气的妈妈有没有听到呢? In the evening, I went to a children’s library. At the door, met a mother scolding children. Mum probably encountered a bad thing, a cavity injection of anger out: “How do you so stupid, even a book will not borrow? ” “You will not like a certain?” “Hey, are you dumb?” The girl who was scolded was about 10 years old. She looked down at her shadow without any sound, but the whole body was shivering. She raised her eyes slightly and did not dare to look at her mother. I was really sad to see. Did not this silent little body, her inner voice, her tantrumed mother hear it?