我第一次见到你,你正摇摇晃晃地拉着一个老大不小的男孩子走进医院。他一见到医生,如惊弓之鸟,拼命挣脱你的手。你紧紧拽住他,不让他跑,他就咬你的手。鲜血从你松树皮般的手里流出来。孩子跑了,你在后面摇摇晃晃地追,手上的血一滴一滴地滴落地上。我帮你捉住想跑掉的孩子,你千感恩万感谢。我们就这样认识了。尔后,我陆陆续续知道你摇摇晃晃的故事。 The first time I see you, you are shaking a big boy with a big man into the hospital. When he saw a doctor, such as a frightened bird, desperate to get rid of your hand. You hold him tight, let him run, he bite your hand. Blood flows from your bark-like hand. The child ran, you staggered in the back chasing, the blood on the hand drops by drop on the ground. I help you catch the child who wants to run away, and you are grateful for it. We know it this way. Later, I gradually know your rickety story.