我们找不出话来了。对于这样的问题我还没有仔细思索过。在我知道了他的惨痛遭遇以后，我究竟应该拿什么话对他呢？

我看不见那个小子的脸，不知道他脸上的表情，但是从他刚才的话里，我知道对于他另外有一个世界存在。没有家，没有爱，没有温暖，只有一根生活的鞭子在赶他。然而他能够倔强！他能够恨！他能够用自己的两只手举起生活的担子，不害怕，不悲哀。他能够做别的生在富裕的环境里的小孩所不能够做的事情，而且有着他们所不敢有的思想。

生活毕竟是一个熔炉。它能够锻炼出这样倔强的孩子来。甚至人世间最惨痛的遭遇也打不倒他。

I couldn't read his countenance without seeing his face．However, judging from what he had said, he was evidently living in a world of his own-bereft of home, love or warmth, and flogged by the scourge of life. But he acted unyieldingly and was filled with bitter hatred. He was using both hands to bear the burden of life. He was never scared or discouraged. He could achieve what children from well-to-do families could “achieve, and he had ideas that they didn't dare to have．

Life is a melting pot which hardens the will of children like him so that they are able to withstand the bitterest blows of life ever.