远远地看见你的背影,推着那辆破旧的自行车,泰然自若地在街上行走。我正准备迎上去,却看到周围的人指着你不伦不类的穿着,正掩嘴偷笑。我怔住了,脸上烫得火辣,仿佛那些人笑的是我,我无地自容,没等你看见我,逃也似的跑开了。小时候,我并不在意你是个疯子。我会与笑话你的小伙伴扭打在一起,大声叫嚷着:“我妈妈不是疯子!”我甚至会在疼我的奶奶骂你时,哭着喊着要奶奶改正她刚刚说的话,逼着奶奶说:“好好 See you far back, pushing the old bicycle, walked the street calmly. I was ready to welcome it, but I saw the people around you pointing you dressed in nondesonal, is trying to hide his mouth. I was shocked, hot face, as if those people are laughing at me, I lame, not waiting for you to see me, run away like it. When I was young, I did not care if you were crazy. I will be jerk together with your little friend joke, shouting: ”My mother is not crazy! “ I will even hurt my grandma scolding you, cried to her grandma to correct what she just said, forced Grandmother said: ”Well