男孩是在城市里长大的,他从没见过这么高大的树,这些树的力量足以穿透钢筋水泥的壁垒。他也不习惯这里的狗、小鸟和四处可见的花草。他漫无目的地闲逛着。偶然间,他看到了那个小女孩。她正从对面的街角朝他走来,手里拿着一桶园艺工具。“又是她,”男孩心里嘟囔着,“这个坏女孩。” The boy grew up in the city, he had never seen such a tall tree, the strength of these trees enough to penetrate the barriers of reinforced concrete. He is not used to dogs, birds and flowers everywhere. He wandered aimlessly. Occasionally, he saw the little girl. She was walking towards him from across the street with a bucket of gardening tools in her hand. “It’s her again,” the boy murmured, “this bad girl.”