木卡姆里是我的维吾尔族好朋友。他是我家楼下的邻居,我上二年级时从哈密搬来的。刚搬来的时候,他一句汉语都不会说。妈妈和木卡姆里爸爸是同事,他们见面会互相问候,而我向木卡姆里问好时,他只是躲在他爸爸身后,胆怯地望着我,不搭腔。他爸爸解释说:“我们刚来,这孩子听不懂也不会说汉语。”妈妈说:“没关系,孩子们之间玩一玩就学会语言了。” Muhamuli is my Uighur good friend. He is a downstairs neighbor of my family, and I moved from Hami when I was sophomore. When just moved in, he can not speak a Chinese. Mom and Papamuri Dad are my colleagues who meet and greet each other. When I say goodbye to Mom Kamri, he just hides behind his dad and looks at me timidly, not talking. His father explained: “We have just come, this child does not understand or speak Chinese. ” Mom said: “It does not matter, the children learn to learn the language after a play. ”