煤光了,桶空了,煤铲无精打采,炉子吐着凉气,房里滴水成冰;窗外挂霜的树叶枯干僵硬,天空俨然是一枚银盾,挡住所有乞求帮助的人。我必须搞到煤,我不能就这样背对冷漠无情的炉子,面向冷漠无情的天空活活冻死,我必须冲出这重重包围,踏上向煤店老板求援的路程。煤店老板对普通人的呼求充耳不闻,我必须不容辩驳地向他证实。我这里连一丁点煤也没剩下;使他明白,对我来说 The coal was light, the barrel was empty, and the coal shovel was listless. The stove splashed with cool air and the room dripped into ice. The windows of the window were full of frost and dry leaves. The sky was like a silver shield, blocking all those who beg for help. I have to get the coal. I can not just freeze and die on the indifferent furnace and the indifference sky. I have to get out of this heavy siege and embark on the journey to the coal shop owner for help. The coal shop owner turned a deaf ear to ordinary people’s cry and I have to prove it irrefutablely. There was not even a little bit of coal left here; it made him understand that to me