我看不見那個小孩的臉,不知道他臉上的表情,但是從他剛才的話里,我知道對于他另外有一個世界存在。沒有家,沒有愛,沒有溫暖,只有一根生活的鞭子在趕他。然而他能夠倔強!他能夠恨!他能夠用自己的兩只手舉起生活的擔子,不害怕,不悲哀。他能夠做別的生在富裕的環境里的小孩所不能夠做的事情,而且有著他們所不敢有的思想。
生活畢竟是一個洪爐。它能夠鍛煉出這樣倔強的孩子來。甚至人世間最慘痛的遭遇也打不倒他。
I couldn’t read the boy’s countenance without seeing his face, but judging from what he had just said. I knew that there existed another world for him. There was no home, love or warmth; there was only a whip of life driving him. However, he could behave unyieldingly! He could show his hatred! He could use both of his own hands to bear the burden of life, without fear or melancholy. Not only could he do the things that those children living in wealthy environment couldn’t do, but also he possessed the ideas that they didn’t dare to have.