第一次见到藏族孩子,是去火车站接他们:个头参差不齐,一个个黑黑的、镶嵌着“高原红”的脸蛋,提着只有出远门才携带的大大的行李箱,穿着和八月的济南极不协调的西服、皮夹克、毛衣,一会儿望望这里,一会儿瞅瞅那里,似乎在搜寻着什么。虽然很多孩子因为语言交流不畅,一脸茫然的神态,但在老师们的反复招呼和同伴的提醒下,他们都跟着我走上了汽车。来到他们的新家——济南西藏中学后,帮他们洗澡、理发,给他们换上崭新、统一的校服,孩子们你看看我,我看看你,笑了。 The first time I saw a Tibetan child, I went to the train station to pick them up: unevenly sized and dark, inlaid with “red high plateau” faces and carrying large suitcases that were only carried away by the door. Wearing a suit and leather jacket and a sweater that were incompatible with Jinan in August, I looked around and glanced around for a moment, as if searching for something. Although a lot of children because of poor language exchange, a look of confusion, but the teacher’s repeated greeting and companion reminded, they followed me onto the car. Came to their new home - Jinan Tibet High School, help them take a shower, haircut, give them a brand new, uniform uniforms, the children you look at me, I look at you, and laughed.