我住在卡罗来纳的雾峰山。那是个秋天,我需要安静远离人群。我思想混乱,山中的空气能帮我更好地写作。我也想看秋天的红叶、南瓜,想感受自由自在生活的兴奋。这些,我在孤儿院的一间小房子里都得到了满足。搬进这间屋子时,我请求孤儿院的嬷嬷派个男孩儿砍些生炉子的柴料。大约一周后,一个小男孩儿站在我面前,我的狗派特没有龇叫着提醒我。这个男孩儿穿着一条破旧的裤子和一件洗得单薄的衬衫。他脚上没穿鞋。 I live in the fog peak in Carolina. It was a fall, I need to be quiet away from the crowd. I am confused and the air in the mountains helps me to write better. I also want to see autumn leaves, pumpkin, want to feel free and excitement of life. These, I have been satisfied in a small orphanage house. When I moved into this room, I asked the orphanage to send a boy to chop some of the raw materials for the stove. About a week later, a little boy stood before me, and my dog ​​Pat did not cry to remind me. The boy wore a pair of worn trousers and a thin shirt. He did not wear shoes on his feet.