那一年,他十五岁。那个冬天,雪下得好大。整个村子,整个山林都被漫天飞舞的雪花包裹着。他走出茅屋,手里拿着一个套子。他要去山上逮住一只兔子或者一只山鸡,哪怕一只麻雀也行。母亲已经病了三天了,一口东西也没有吃。家里的粮食也被抢光了。他爬上一个山头,不料一脚踩空滚下山崖,右脚扭伤了,右胳膊也流着血。他试着站起来,刚走了一步就重重地摔倒。他疼得大声呼喊,可是,耳边只有呼呼的风声。天快黑了,看着苍茫的山野,他绝望地哭了,嗓子都沙哑了。忽然,一个瘦瘦的叫花子来到跟前,叫花子的头 That year, he was fifteen years old. That winter, the snow is great. The entire village, the mountains are covered with snow flying. He walked out of his hut with a cover in his hand. He is going to the mountain to catch a rabbit or a pheasant, even a sparrow. Mother has been ill for three days, a thing did not eat. The food in the house was robbed He climbed a hill, only one foot rolling empty cliff, his right foot sprained, right arm also bleeding. He tried to get up, and he fell down heavily after just one step. He shouted loudly, but only the whirring of the ear was heard. Dark days, looking at the vast mountains, he cried desperately, his throat hoarse. Suddenly, a skinny beggar came in front, called the head of the Hanako