这天上午,我去家访。路过一转弯处,看见在两间房屋前,有位四、五岁的男孩一动不动地立着,象泥塑木雕一般,两眼死死地盯在一根竖靠在墙角的毛竹扁担上,好象等待着什么,盼望着什么。我瞧那扁担,跟普通的一模一样,已经用旧了,顶端还有了裂缝。“孩子,你立在这里干什么?”我好奇地走到他的身边,蹲下身子,小声问。他望了我一眼,算是回答。苹果脸上还挂着几颗泪珠。我从口袋内拿出手帕给他擦去眼泪,轻声问: This morning, I went to visit home. Passing a corner, I saw a four or five-year-old boy stood motionless in front of the two houses, like a clay carved wooden statue, with two eyes staring at a vertical pole resting on a bamboo pole on the corner as if waiting What, looking forward to what. I look at the pole, exactly the same as the normal, already used, the top there is a crack. “Children, what are you doing here?” I walked curiously around him, crouched down and whispered. He looked at me, be answered. Apple also hung a few tears on his face. I took a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his tears, softly asked: