Innocent eyes sparkled from their chapped, frostbitten, dust-coated little faces. I wondered if in their little hearts they had ever imagined a time when they might have pens and paper to use.
天真的眼神閃亮在乾裂、凍傷、滿是灰土的臉蛋上，不知他們幼小心靈可曾幻想過有筆有紙的日子？