他走进我们的房间关窗时,我们还没有起床,不过我发现他好像生病了,全身哆嗦,脸色苍白,步履蹒跚,似乎动一下就会疼痛至死。“哪儿不舒服了,宝贝儿?”“头痛。”“赶快回床上躺着去。”“不,我没事儿。”“你先回床上去,我穿好衣服就去看你。”不一会儿,他穿好了衣服,坐在火炉旁。这个九岁男孩看上去又虚弱又可怜,我摸 We did not get up yet when he walked into our room to close the window, but I found him sick, shivering, pale, hobbled, and it seemed painful to die. “” “Headache. ” “” “Get back to bed and lie back. ” “No, I’m fine. ” “You go back to bed, I wear it well The dress goes to see you. ”In a moment, he dressed and sat down by the fireplace. The nine-year-old boy looks weak and poor, I touch