1这天清早,陶银娣出门来到河边,埠头上空无一人,却有一样东西惹引她目光。一只小藤筐,半新红绒毯,紧裹住一个蠕动躯体,随即便是弱弱的啼哭。周围静悄悄,河上空荡荡,并无往来船只。太阳还没出来,一抹淡淡霞光里,水面一点一点金银斑。现在,她清醒地知道,这个被遗弃的婴儿,在这料峭春寒时,小生命正奄奄一息着,便不由大声呼喊:“来人!快来人啊!” 1 Early this morning, Tao Yin-di went out to the river, no one above the quay, but there is one thing that drew her eyes. A small rattan basket, a half red velvet blanket, tightly wrapped in a peristalsis body, then there is weak weak crying. Quiet around, the river is empty, there is no reciprocating vessel. The sun is not yet out, a touch of light in the light, the water a little bit of gold and silver spots. Now, she was awake to know that this abandoned baby, in this chilly spring, a small life is dying, they would not shout loudly: “Come! Come!”