“大哥,可怜可怜我吧!”医院附近的一条路上,一个大约十来岁的孩子,满脸尘垢,衣服破烂不堪。跪在地上,左手拉着他的裤脚,用哀怜的声音眼泪汪汪地向他乞讨。他已经站在这里很长时间了,他的眼睛有些润湿,胸脯高低起伏。他想起了他的弟弟,也和眼前的小孩一般大,也是破衣烂衫,在他打工回家时,也是一双含着期盼和渴望的眼。他狠了一下心,想抽脚走开。但男孩拽得很紧,不停地给他磕头,边磕边说:“大哥,我的爸爸妈妈都死了,我成了孤儿,胳膊也 “Brother, poor poor me!” A road near the hospital, a child about ten years old, face grime, clothes dilapidated. Kneeling on the ground, his left hand pulled his trousers, tears of pity to beg him with pity. He has been standing here for a long time, his eyes moist, his chest ups and downs. He remembered his younger brother, who was as big as the immediate child and also a ragged shirt. When he returned home for work, he was also an eye with hope and longing. He ruthless heart, want to pumping your foot away. But the boy pulled very tight, kept kowtow to him, knocking and said: "Brother, my father and mother are dead, I became orphaned, arms