我的视线越过餐馆,向我的家人所坐的那张餐桌望去。他们正在耐心地等待服务员上菜。我则站在抓娃娃机的旁边,拳头紧紧地握着,鼻子紧紧地吸着。抓娃娃机的玻璃上覆盖着雾气。我目睹了前面连续七个小孩儿将硬币塞进机器里,结果什么也没有抓到,垂头丧气地走开的过程。我的手掌心里捏着两枚25美分的硬币,已经被我的汗水浸湿了。又有一个男孩儿塞进了硬币。机器的爪 My gaze crossed the restaurant and looked at the table where my family sat. They are patiently waiting for the waiter to serve. I was standing next to the grasping crane machine, his fist held tightly, snorting tightly. Grasping the doll machine’s glass covered with mist. I saw the seven children in front of the coin into the machine, the result did not catch, dejectedly walk away. Pinching two 25-cent coins in my palm has been soaked in my sweat. Another boy crammed into the coin. Claw of the machine