The home is still far, my heart has been thinking about the "home, home, side walk. However, when I was surprised to see a boy wearing a shabby sweater and a summer trousers, did not wear socks, also did not wear shoes,curled up in the tree, a blanket, eyes closed. I was foolish to live. I watched him carefully, his face dry texture clearly visible, his lips dry may not be able to open a little, otherwise it will increase the skin peeling of the lips. The blanket is so thin, his legs wrapped in a blanket, I think and do not play the role of warm.
The wind suddenly rolled up a pile of leaves the ground, I'm so cold the body wrapped in a cotton padded jacket.But he, only the hair tremble in the wind, in the absence of something else.
I came to see him, then leaves the soles of my feet a cracked voice. I opened my eyes, eyes covered a layer of frost. He saw me blankly, mouth slightly open, as if to say what, I can't hear a word, but he felt weak breath, I have no other way, just scared for a long time back but God - he wear so little!
I turn round to walk. Mind reading "home".
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