没见过那么丑又那么开心的女人,每天黄昏经过小桥,总遇见那木推车,总见那女人坐在车子上,怀里不是搂着她儿子(我断定是她儿子,因为小男孩那副丑相简直就是女人的翻版),就是破箱子破胶袋、草席水桶、饼干盒、汽车轮大包小包拉拉杂杂地前呼后拥把她那起码二百磅的身子围在中心。那男人(想必是她 Never seen so ugly and so happy woman, every evening through a small bridge, always met that wooden cart, always see the woman sitting in the car, not arms around her son (I am sure her son, because the little boy That ugly phase is simply a replica of a woman), that is, broken boxes broken plastic bags, straw mat bucket, biscuit boxes, car wheel package larachots before he hugged her body that is at least two hundred pounds in the center . That man (presumably her