At night,Louise can only sleep on the street .Broken before the house is on the streets of small bandits are occupied .In the corner of street, Louise curled up in a few sheets of paper .Whenever this time,Louise will always think of her dead old woman Before this time,she probably already huddle together in a broken house and an old woman to the fire to keep warm. Louise thought it couldn't help shivering,can only sigh.
到了夜晚,露易丝也只能露宿街头。以前的破房子被街头的小混混们霸占了。在街头的墙角下,露易丝蜷缩在几张报纸上。每当此时,露易丝总会想起她那位已逝的老婆婆,以前这个时候,她大概已经在破房子里和老婆婆依偎在一起烤火取暖了。露易丝想到这不禁颤抖了一下, 只能叹一口气 。
到了夜晚,露易丝也只能露宿街头。以前的破房子被街头的小混混们霸占了。在街头的墙角下,露易丝蜷缩在几张报纸上。每当此时,露易丝总会想起她那位已逝的老婆婆,以前这个时候,她大概已经在破房子里和老婆婆依偎在一起烤火取暖了。露易丝想到这不禁颤抖了一下, 只能叹一口气 。











