昨天晚上我下班接孩子放学。校门口一个看起来不超过二年级的小胖子大声朝远处一个背身快步行走的老头喊着话。“姥爷,你根本就不理解我!你不理解我!”声音里充满了不被理解的悲怆。老头丝毫不为所动,回过头来生气地喊着:“你别跟我来这套,昨天就来这一套,今天又来,你不走我走!”小胖子站在那里,不想走又没办法地转来转去。我自认为多少知道孩子不被大人理解、有独立的心没独立的力、无从诉说的那种憋屈和无奈,又怕他一着急走来走去的被来往飞速的送餐快递车撞到,就走过去挡在靠街道的 Last night I picked up my children from school after school. A young man looking no further than sophomore in front of the school shouted in a loud voice toward an old man walking and walking in the distance. “Grandpa, you do not understand me at all! You do not understand me!” The voice is full of unreadable sorrows. Old man unmoved, turned around angrily shouted: “You do not come with me this set, yesterday came this set, today again, you do not go me away! ” Little fat man standing there, Do not want to go and no way to turn around. I think I know how many children do not understand adults, independent heart independent power, unable to tell the kind of Biequ and helpless, afraid of him in a hurry to come and go by the fast delivery courier hit the car , Walked past the block in the street