一天,我走进无轨电车,看见一个男孩。他顶多五岁。这男孩静静地坐着,隔窗注视着街上的车流和沿街的楼房。有时,他扭过头,向坐在身边的奶奶问些什么。我注意到,这孩子的小脸蛋儿始终漾着平静而又开心的神情。他挺直瘦小的腰板儿,跨在座位的边缘,看来是想要更清楚地看车外。男孩儿双膝上放着一件“宝物”——装有一串熟葡萄的透明小袋子。那黄绿色的葡萄又大又鲜。他用一只手小心翼翼地把着小袋子,像是生怕别人抢走似的。奶奶不时抚摸着小孙子淡黄的头发,柔声细 One day, I walked into the trolley bus and saw a boy. He is at most five years old. The boy sat quietly, watching the traffic and the buildings along the street across the window. Sometimes, he turned his head and asked what his grandmother was sitting around. I noticed that this child’s little face always looks calm and happy. He straightened his thin waist, straddling the edge of his seat, and seemed to want to see the car more clearly. Boys put a “Treasure” on their knees - a small bag of ripe transparent grapes. That yellow-green grapes are big and fresh. He carefully poked a small bag with one hand, for fear of snatching others away. Granny petting grandson pale yellow hair from time to time, softly thin