孩子是我们一面珍贵的镜子。这面镜子,常常在不经意间就告诉我们,你的真情你的良知躲到了什么地方。下面我讲的,是一面很不起眼的“镜子”,但同样珍贵。他小名丑豆,大名也有,但没有人喊他大名,家住苏皖边界的一个小村上。这地方很偏,也很穷,穷得连山芋、螺-都小小的,瘦瘦的。母 Children are our precious mirror. This mirror, often inadvertently tell us, your truth where your conscience hid. Below I say, is a very modest “mirror”, but equally precious. He nicknamed beans, names have, but no one called his name, who lives in a small village on the border of Jiangsu and Anhui. This place is very partial, but also very poor, poor even with potato, snail - are small, thin. mother