“我是外国人!”一个口齿尚不十分清楚,带着浓重奶气的声音。但这声音竟变得越来越清晰,越来越粗壮,在不停地重复着,敲击着我的耳膜,使我整个身心都感到了颤栗——事情的经过是这样: 我带着刚过周岁的外孙女在草坪上玩耍,这是连续阴天后难得放晴的好天气。这是一片小人儿们的天地,大都不超过进幼儿园的年龄,他们用自己的语言和手势表达自己的意愿,玩得十分开心,偶尔也有泪流满面的时候,但很快就会雨过天晴的。一个虎头虎脑的男孩子非常惹人注意,样子憨直可爱,像一头笨拙的小熊,他已经能讲话了,可以回答人们的提问,但口齿尚不十分清楚。他走路常因冒冒失失而跌跌撞撞。不知谁问他:“你是哪国人?” “I am a foreigner!” One spit is not yet very clear, with a thick milk voice. But the voice was getting clearer, thicker, constantly repeating, tapping on my eardrums, trembling my entire body and mind - the way things went like this: Aged granddaughter playing on the lawn, which is a rare sunny weather after a continuous cloudy day. This is the world of small people, most of whom do not exceed the age of kindergarten. They expressed their wishes in their own words and gestures. They had a great time and they burst into tears occasionally, but they were soon over Fine. A tiger tiger brain boy is very attractive, looks straightforward and lovely, like a clumsy bear, he has been able to speak, you can answer people’s questions, but the speech is not yet very clear. He often stumbled because of his adversity. I do not know who asked him: “What country are you from?”