从沙滩散步归来,天已经朦胧的快要黑了。弯着腰走上石坡时,迎面遇见一个八九岁的孩子,怀里抱着一个婴儿,正在向下走,好像要去江边找谁有什么事。他的身子本来不高,那个细长的被包裹着的婴儿,差不多已经拖过了他的小腿,将近拖到地面,使他走起路来很不方便。 After returning from the beach, the sky is already dark. When he walks up the slope, he meets an eight-year-old boy in the morning and holds a baby in his arms. He is walking down as if he is going to the river to find out who has something to do with. His body was not high, and the slender, wrapped baby almost dragged his calf and dragged it to the ground, making it difficult for him to walk.